Текст пісні 1981985, Pt. 1 - Shahmen

1981985, Pt. 1

He was born in '81\nWe was born in '85\nWaiting for the world to turn and finally put this fate in line\nMake it mine, straightened spine\nPave the way for the blind to escape the lies\nDanger lies ahead but faceless inside\nAnd I came to rise\nYou can see the pain applied\nOver all this pain of mine\nDripping off the canvas, of a Los Angeleno tribe\nAnd I ain’t afraid to die but I’m tired of this killing\nAnd I’m feelin' like I only just came to life so that’s why I’m spilling\nStop staring at me with angry eyes, I got a surprise for you children\nBeneath your harness a baby cries and it’s love for a feeling, it’s love\nAnd I never seen the ceiling\nSo Imma keep billing\nSpilling out the venom\nFilling out the rhythms\nSitting at the house on the couch with a vision\n'Bout to break a million\nUsed to be a coward with a sour taste for vengeance\nBut now I use my power to plow proudly and for graceful living\nFace the prison all your memories are hid up in\nAnd paint some vivid imagery where your feelings went\nSee the other side of what this rhyme really meant\nI could have died but survived with the thick of skin\nLook in my eyes find a dime that I couldn’t grip\nOpened your mind up to beyond where the lyrics end\nStaring in the mirror at my fear I know where it is\nNow I got it checked as I step through the peril-less\nRespecting the elements\nMany times got here, got dropped dropped this life line\nAs I found out I had to balance it\nCountless possibilities instead of what it never is\nTo balance out the damage of this savage inheritance\nSomehow the young and the worried\nCrossed mountains and valleys\nAnd found where the fountain was buried\nThe mouth from my clout from the early\nNothing but an ounce bag of doubt that i’m burning\nMapping out routes in the counts of the journeys\nStashed in the house writing thousands of flows\nThat are murdering\nWolves start howling, crows start circling\nDepart from the nervousness\nBurnt to lisp, as my clockwork ticks\nEinstein didn’t come up with a bomb and a fix\nAt times I might find violence hard to resist\nBut I mustn’t forget poisoning I was probably sick\nLearnt to live with cross road decisions or an abyss\nIt doesn’t only depend on attention, on how it gon' click\nTook the first brick start building my house on a cliff\nSo I can stare at the depth yet make a watch tower of it