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letra de life on the streets - kalki

i’ve lived life on the streets
so i write strongly & meekly
the dawn of my speeches
is a song of the deepest
& most honest of secrets
psalms in a sequence
bonding as equals
i’ve been wronged by some people
i’ve also been wrong & deceitful
it’s all such a gong show of evil
i falter as throngs of glowing demons
n0bly seize me & globally redeem their race
it seems that fate had other plans for me
than the life of a gangster
my brothers & family
were right and i’m thankful
nights with that shank in my hands
ready to stick it & gank my fam
dead in the thick of it
entangled in a thicket in the branches
of wickedness anthems
desolate kicking it
with predicate felons
ahead in my sales
but heading for jail
dreading my bail
ready to bail from this sinning
but i have the wind in my sails
& i’m winning, grinning in h-ll
my syndicate’s frail
but we’re headed for expansion
thoughts in my head of a mansion
& a lofty bed with some tantric goddesses
spread upon it, i’m deading the p-wns
in my way, i get that i’m wrong & astray
but i’m getting it on for today
thoughts in my prayers for
material offerings
from layers of toxic densities
no akashic propensities
noxious from my enemies’ hatred
so i’m ready to slay them
steady my aim & ready my claim
to the throne in this gangster living
i’m at home with this angst that i’m given
but the more that i progress
the more morbid & godless i become
oddly numb, my thoughts in a slumber
i become like 2pac in the dungeon
unlock the conundrum of evolutionary existence
walk with the hundreds of revolutionary mystics
when you’re hunting for truth be very persistent
it takes more than a moment
a sword that you’re honing
against the hordes of the omen
there’s lords in your dome
so i’m carving a dolmen for them
like omen-ra, hone your raw sk!lls
war is an illness
i was alone in the morbid wilderness
of my dreamscape
so i fiended & gaped
at the demons that preyed
upon my demeaning nature
i needed to escape but i was trapped
rapping was the only rapture i favoured
so my tones attracted sages’ spirits
with my pages of lyrics
soon i was possessed again
consumed by blessed kin
in my chest from within
antony of egypt was born
from the cancerous legions that scorned him
demons with h-rns that proceeded to war with me
i fought quickly, though i was nought but sickly
i coughed & spit from toxic spliffs
but they cleansed my body & lifted me
to godly realms
where my odyssey’s tales were crafted
from a frail b-st-rd
to a braille master
i felled acid rainforests
to craft strangely gorgeous
rafts then ships
with masts that lifted
to the heavens
cast & slid them
into the vastness of ink oceans
i’ve been coasting ever since
i’ve met many a tempest
but none could boast to ever sink me
none could boast to ever sink me

- kalki

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