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letra de 2 pages of a lost diary - amazing the slum intellect

verse 1
nightmares of a recording booth, i ain’t spit a verse in few
the sanctum of a broken man, where i could get my peace was you
sunny skies, a hundred smiles, but everyday was gloom
known for rocking dolo, masked up like he was mf doom
a fragment of my former self, not proud of who the mirror sells
reflect on gl-ss reflections as i watch insecurities flex
vexed as i open this cause i can’t hide behind penmanship
the silence is a cry for help and i’m not taking hands for sh-t
yeah, i’m a prisoner of my thoughts
fighting battles unseen
they saw slum intellect, you were there when umbasa had no dreams
we ain’t trying to build and destroy
cause you’re building, i’m destroyed
ain’t trying to worry ya
but i’mma k!ll this hurt, this is troy
i’m at war
was rapping about black love, but couldn’t love the black woman that i’m in love with
you tuned in?

verse 2
my mind paralysed by thoughts lately
i’m a broken man who’s a crutch to a whole nation
do we crumble under pressure or let pain strengthen?
see giving up takes effort. it’s just not honourable
but there’s no honour in poor
we’re children of the dark, refugees of the sunshine tomorrow
what’s the value of hope if people still starve and get gone?
on bent knees praying one day the sunshine will be ours
trying to be faithful to dreams but fate’s full of schemes for the sable, they’re bleak
from the cradle we creep, through the alley ways of the and deceit
facing defeat
cause there block the poor to pimp all us black heads
it’s cold alright
but we own the night
crawling light, with corona pints
that beer life. couldn’t bear your life
sober. 19 and you’re holding child
from that awful night when they fought you. knife
pulled out on you to draw your thighs
the rest walked by and ignored your cries
it’s not alright!
see a war resides in the black nation
we’re to the inside

- amazing the slum intellect

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