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letra de startit - leland philpot

[verse 1]
i feel like the last of the penners left
predicates turn into clefts
whatever it was, i pray my ink thick as the blood
thick as my breath, i speak it becomes
see what i weave while it’s leaving my lungs
said i tire of the ire, the mire of the dire straits conspired
lie and say my fire’s uninspired
while the lines like my mic wired to a choir
flash of lighting in eyes, irreverence in my silence
so i cry it, so you never second-guess the trying
chickens made for the frying, stood as a gi-
saint and sinner alike, could never pose in clever prose
humble heart, notified headed home through a better road
don’t wanna teach, how can we learn if it isn’t shown
extradition witnesses missing princes while kissing toads
poetry same key just a different mode
outsider decided to write it ’til he feeling home
and where my heart is, more fantastic than what i can impart with
that gl-ss darkened, ‘nother artist that’s out to market right?
but they sight ain’t likely to be the type for seeking light
i’m needing peace, they needing knives
yea, bruh feet swift to shed blood
with the lame excuse of bruh need kicks
i just write in hope that bruh repent
but they all say it’s coming down as facetious
what is this? post-apocalypse approaching
hope my encroaching can stop the wrath
ain’t no sense in me dying for first
knowing the first is gon’ be the last, ask jacob
fate bound to clash, couldn’t last a round with dad
they path broke, soul between clown and cl-ss
’til the crown cast out and they looking one and the same
questioning your progression and stressing just to be sane

[verse 2]
dreams could be your leaven in disguise
when you accepting anything less than heaven as the prize
and what’s depressing is the quest for relevance surmise
to clout up in your hood, rolling 7’s on the die
why doubt? i don’t understand
why wait? don’t you think of the day when you can’t
i’ll take god and his plan over man
learning to never let go his hand
a door i never seen before, courage that was gifted
felt like some deja vu sometime ago i missed it
you’d be surprised how much you hear when you listen
arraignment by the rhema, case dismissed by the spirit
a tapestry weaved in humanity
god and his king, maker of majesty
calligraphy be dante in tantrum, roe for the ravishing
my sole hope, for i cannot cope with the fate of saducees
tragic though he saw through their madness
god enough to the answer, low enough to ask ’em
declined repeatedly, dismissed him as magic
a shame, to trade eternal life for outer blackness
i can’t put coffee in caskets
see it when he speak like he wrote it with closed captions
or stone, or right on the walls
how many signs for you to find that you are unequivocally mine?
i bought you ‘fore i birthed you, babed you ‘fore you came here
why shut me out, your soul got my name there
i wanna talk, you replace and put the vain there
only where i reign will you never see a chain there
my lungs leaving they basket-weaving for checks
becoming what i speak, that blood thicken my breath
turning these clefts into predicates
’cause i don’t wanna be one of the last of the penners left

- leland philpot

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