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letra de the awakening - paul marz

i was defeated, down in the dumps, face in the dirt
a disgrace, a jerk, the sc-m of the earth
then grace crushed the hurt, i faced a rebirth
my face was perturbed, i paced & then emerged
feelin great, still concerned, my case was adjourned
to the almighty council where the darkness burns
melts at the sight of the light, the scars are firm
my heart hurts, but i earned it, it’s what i deserve
the judge was stern, he asked me “what have you learned?”
i said “everything i once doubted is confirmed”
i seen the light overpowering the shadows of night
the sun rose same time the owls took flight
metal grew out the concrete giving them life
artificial intelligence replacing their might
a powerful sight proclaimed in the parables typed
before i write, i ignite & take a shower in ice
flows froze, hearts stop when i get on the mic
stone cold, they shocked that i’m actually nice
i laugh at them once, pause then i laugh at them twice
the master of cyphs excite with the power of christ
the ultimate sacrifice, it has given us rights
the blasphemous cracking up we ain’t rappin alike
i spit flames thru the metal when i rap on the mic
they suck pain that they peddle putting crack in a pipe
the p-ssage and plight demonstrate a p-ssionate fight
i got a large appet-te, they small acolytes
they all act alike, stand tall but they light
at the top of the steps, shove em off ten flights
metaphor metamorphosis form into fright
as the sp-wn of the hordes bring more mennonites
be more than precise, we flew into the night
seen a brutish looking knight with a blueish looking knife
drenched in red blood with a druid to his right
didn’t do it right first had to do it to him twice
fluid spewing from his wound a true unpleasant sight
wrapped cloth around the gash, double knot, very tight
turned red, it was white… severed, can’t reunite, never
say i got nice but i wanna write better
satellite height level, polite, type clever
mic shredder, might dead em, roll the dice i’d bet em
power and might, strength of the strike, insight terror
like the sight of a cyclone encroaching your set up
calm winds, nice meadows, cool breeze, in the ghetto
burnt trees and concrete are seen as they settled
on the surface of the third rock, suffering from sh-ll shock
suns warm, h-lls hot, the bell tolls, hearts drop
sunk in the belly of beast with no penance
never to be released eternally sentenced

- paul marz

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