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letra de bodie's corner - armond wakeup

taelor gray

the roof top view, drinks with tony montana
the shrink tells stories of nights with tony soprano
the slaves in the house and children come out mulatto
jim crow justice will never change the imago
daylight saving it’s the daylight saving us
from shadows and the dark
my new frames got me looking smart
then ray rice smacking up the woman he in love with
who gon tell the truth in these arts
i never read the horoscope, they whisper i’m a gemini
i marvel at the stars, never used em to identify
best case stimuli, worst case lullaby
trying not to sleep while my people facing genocide
stretching on aquemini, telling me it’s h-tting for a little more than luck
i been looking up to the heavens for my trust
i been having flashbacks looking at the dust
i know i must…return, repent, repeat the process slowly
mowgli in the jungle so the animals can know me
see the homies catch a fade
the barbers try to bargain with the bookies, tryna get a couple points shaved
send the muscle in, we flexing when we teach
if you dining with the kings, then you must become the least
boy i miss that old time church
spirituals and tambourines
getting dressed on easter in suits the color tangerine
used to feel like family, now it’s just observers
this snapchat culture got me nervous
armond wakeup

tryng to teach my son to be a man from a distance, very stressful
it’s only so much to say, some things he gotta stand next to
belly flop in the pool of bethesda
need a prayer
i need a bed
a needle & thread
need to be steady
should i tread or get to screaming for help?
lot on my mind, need more than a crown to be the head
i’m in between leading the scared & leaving them there
i hear a call
is it despair?
or whispers from the heir
this is clear
i don’t wanna be 40 with regrets
knowing i used the lord’s gifts only for a check
rapping slowly to my death
creatively chasing acceptance using a tool that wasn’t -formed within myself
i’m a mess
but at least a beast in tekken, right?
i’m jeremiah, staring inside a 2nd life
appropriately broken & mended
forgetful in the sea, hope i see it with this new set of eyes
-ssess my life & its evident i was set aside
the same breath to confess the christ, rejects him twice
been through wars
that oil cannot destroy
where grace alone has to be more, than decor
or a lure
the allure
of, being sure in everything i endured
& i don’t adore that door
i am more
…& grateful god accepts my rejection
the metrics of my election is stepped in perfection

- armond wakeup

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