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letra de narratives of an idealist - rk bottom line

[verse 1]
under repercussions a wahabi
my faced scorned in this split world
with one voice over the voiceless
left screaming only choice -ssert they presence with a gift
omnipresent seeking guidance needing better ways to live
repressing pain inside no embellishing
the levels in the midst a belly a the beast
set free where those who birthed it will never have to live
the best die daily breathing heavy over weight of a cursed lineage
thirst burdens the tongues a righteous
spirits needin guidance
strung higher than g-strings
applying my stable life to incite fights of these things
giant t-tans leviathans goliaths posed with the deciet teams
where those with deceit(de-seat) left standing
reactionary dreams turn reenactments
seeking for peace through war speak art
but know i’m just another civilized savage

[chorus]
narratives of an idealist, psalms of a heathen
palming a gita with a bible on my dresser, quran on my desk
brown skin on my flesh, thick straight black hair on my head
white lies and dark truths
what’s the difference between me n you
geopolitics will make you sip that 100 proof
everybody vying for the loot, with a claim, what’s the root, what’s the proof, should we shoot for it? or should we shoot—

[verse 2]
the cream of those keep cream cropping out those who need to cream to eat things eyes see green only seek cream to stack it never needed to perceive cream
see it as means to an end
not ends to a mean
spread em to set scenes not obscene
ill impacting practices of the top far from the cream a the crop crops n scenery hot lofted often incomplete n scattered with rocks
where stars fall like lavato in the same vein, too idle to dodge get popped or get it poppin under pressure some depressed or feeling pressed poppin bottles with pill poppin the toxins n ill knowledge conspirators feel
visions a sippin t-steel vodka knowing who got kennedy k!lled
nas n hov at the table my fable
feeding the truth to those who hungry to build

[verse 3]
down the law to settle like paralegals
level up the bar, defense of apprehensive teachers, offensive preachers
seething i’m pleading wishing each switch att-tudes plat-tudes of an idealist
to the young such ideas -ssumed dumb by their older original holders
getting heated on the side like a holster
no longer hip we dis-jointed over conflicts age old past through generations generated over a word
causing wars and our loved ones consider our loved ones a scourge in our globalized world
chemistry in our words
word is bond and words deter
worlds collide when words differ
my sight blurs with the worlds ills as more worlds converge
tryna integrate my dreams in a world submerged

[chorus]
narratives of an idealist, psalms of a heathen
read the gita in my palms with a bible on my dresser, quran on my desk
brown skin on my flesh, thick straight black hair on my head
white lies and dark truths
what’s the difference between me n you
geopolitics will make you sip that 100 proof
everybody vying for the loot, with a claim, what’s the root, what’s the proof, should we shoot for it?

should we shoot for it?

or should we shoot—

bang

and the world is a war zone
and the world is a war zone
and the world is a war zone

and we pocket all the profit and it’s fine, cuz the wars not home

- rk bottom line

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