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letra de bruce - natty wylah & srigala

horizon line on my cuticle
the sun will rise and the moon will fall
all these little things so beautiful
dreamer, lucid, all
these edges blurred i climb the ledge
railings; precipitate
palms are clam, there muscling
and hermit crab i’m changing state
we all make mistakes
child of the moon i’m home away
don’t mind my eyes they’re swathed in silk
bathed in golden lakes
calligraphy: ink drips it stains it black
i fold these pages intricaciеs
and pray ion cranes not building flats
these sacrеd wings been more than clipped
our tapered futures claim it back
confused with all of this
i find solace in scripts and painting tracks
i figured it’s time in the pipe-line like wriggling rats
its brimming with flavours bangers and mash
smothered in gravy drizzling swag
still raw like grazes
know the time like dali’s clock
here another man call me jackie
have to pull up like pardon what?
you can call me brucey
jeet kwan-do yeah my style is not
my style is (free) my style is (bad)
my style don’t fit in your rahtid box
(you must be like water)
with the tide feel the pull from the moon
(splashing i ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
got me feeling like h gimme sp-ce gimme room
(well you must be like water_)
true true true…
yeah were under one heaven under one roof
look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
all i knows about this tryna figure out roots
got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce

can’t you see were blessed
black and white yin-yang mind like eschers’
that’s metamorphosis
under cloaks like harry houdini
when i die disappearing trick
still here but the eyes won’t see me
i’m vanishing moving dimensions freely ayo
oil sl!ck superfluous
see the beauty in the mundane
sometimes i see clear as crystals
feel like lou reed on a sunday
til its all falling
like hito steryl
horizon line i feel it all spinning
its a matter of spirit tryna keep it all level
it’s not straight it’s beveled
slipping and sliding towards it
here on the hispaniola
guess i gotta ride this vortex
and poseidon p-ssed off
cyanide slides in saucers
with the blind man pew
tryna long john silver the fortunes
but this life is gorgeous
though i been trialed and tested
fed up external searching truth is hidden inside intestines
labyrinths – hansel gretlin
tryna figure where the threads been
left trace ariadne’s steps acceptance
fates written in my dna … woven
(you must be like water)
with the tide feel the pull from the moon
(splashing i ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
got me feeling like h gimme sp-ce gimme room
(well you must be like water_)
true true true…
yeah were under one heaven under one roof
look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
all i knows about this tryna figure out roots
got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce

i pity your form, metatron’s cube im taking off
ain’t confined to the layers of skin
i reside in planets and cosmic dust
i reside in rocks
i feel this brahman
got my mumzies minerals deep
stuck in my sternum locked
tryna open heart
spread wings still guzzling fluoride
‘cos they put it in the water tanks
til your drizzling thoughts are washed
your pineal dead your cerebral rot
like all this clot!
lord bless us with the caustic soda
tryna make all the stagnance stop
dealing with banks and bots
these crooks in suits
how they make a human so ugly
don’t be fooled by the grenson boots
see reality in orwells’ fiction
metaphors that’s the perfect truth
i make art so my mumzy loves me
putting in work when i’m inside the booth
can’t you see that shining
that’s something i won’t claim on ego
je n’ai c’est quia: that’s prana
see the energy we got it by the kilo’s
fate: it’s the way – inshallah
flow – where it goes, only he knows
i don’t know about gendered gods
just kings and queens we people
(you must be like water)
with the tide feel the pull from the moon
(splashing i ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
got me feeling like h gimme sp-ce gimme room
(well you must be like water_)
true true true…
yeah were under one heaven under one roof
look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
all i knows about this tryna figure out roots
got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce

- natty wylah srigala

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