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letra de exeunt - abdullah x

[verse]

hear me
i scream louder than mothers holding dead infants
the message then, my calling lowers blessing’s grin
eclectic pen pans toward tepid hymns
decrepit men pass muse for passion’s dim
my laughter sends past flame in lasting brim
so casually, i mask fear and part defeat
i heal tears and bask in new victories
and vow my creed, the task that the summit seeks

so from this, meets a titan in the form of beast
to the form of man, the form of me
the lord doth preach, be you the death of evil
the flesh that keeps you may soon manifest the people
the coin that greets you’s made to feed believers
the sun that k!lls you may too shine for equals
the gun that shoots you says who lies to children
wings that fly you dive you beside the buildings

i hear them, vocal cords tied to them power lines
paralyzed, reciting lyrics of dreams and beyond
young man succumbing and surrounded by his tapes
ignited, burning all round him, tears on his face
ash in his palms, mouth red, eyes dead and lost
he raised his head sky’s view, bile builds and coughs
h-ll settles near, he fears no embrace of his youth
he had long tossed his truth in pursuit of the booth

an elder queen seated between the sun and moon
a dying star, the oceans spread an inviting tomb
what she amounted to less than her power knew
and such a fighter, too, but life had worn her through
her eyes water at the tides of what’s above her
mother, wife, and daughter to all that loved her
but in her mind, a lie, and her soul taunts her
she falters as stars launch, eyes gaze their departure

i scribe this play a day ere my born
two decades in the century, twenty first to more
legends shape their sound and the starved yearn to draw
the climate doubles down and the heat remains the core
all the world’s a stage and n-ggas is the props for it
the silence toppled, and my words grab something
the monochrome tone fades and with it, drab wanting
the paths spread in two and i seek the most ornate

and from this, i conclude my pen may never flourish
to the lights with gold and diamonds, but
i’ll surely be a torrent, or abhorrent wit the
paper that i soar in and planets i’mma orbit, ha

- abdullah x

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