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letra de no mountain - sankofa

[intro]
got all those letters on the wall
poster board i don’t even remember where i got it from man
sometimes though, instead of writing that list
i’ve just got to say goodbye to that list
let someone else have the crisis
they can carry it man
not us

[verse]
let bygones be bygones
caskets and floral arrangements
between the pylons i stay swift
biped resourceful with a portable greatness
dusty breaks mic digging, record in a snakepit
i used to be so sure that i’d make it
it’s more than the mazes, it’s an arrangement of cadence
fortune that favors
snapshots of my sons, young, adorable faces
avoid the slopes so slippery, courts and the cases
i try to avoid those slopes man
a toast so visibly raised to those i recognize
the ones giving me fire in all of these wretched times
that’s not to try to complain, suffering olympics
going for the golden silence, and what it begins is
an old defiance polished to find his face reflected
smell the iron from boiling blood and hate’s successes
letters from my china days, a faded message
i raise the blade to wage a war that wasn’t framed correctly
[chorus]
sometimes i got to take that poster
and take it off my wall
even if the paint is cleaner underneath it
that memory, that ghost that remains
can be as much as is left to haunt me
there’s no point in keeping score
i just want to play man
i just want to play

[verse]
so now i look within, feather fangs and crooked grin
same page, they can’t find a book to put us in
this rage is messy and leaves my palms with reddened crescents
balling up my fists, nails digging into rendered weapons
i’d rather hold a pen or even my sons’ hands
but i’m blinded by the fl!cker of this sun dance
an explosion of the flames escape and try to reach me
thoughts are scattered, addled and my mind graffitied
sometimes it’s squeezing the life that i try to live from me
what’s the use but drops of juice produced in misery
so i move beyond a steady step and slowly leave
brambles in the path selected, and so we bleed
but these th-rns can only tear a piece and we remain
maybe have a scar to tell us what we reaped is gained
i’ll shout it from my molehill, there are no secret games
and hold still until those raging bees are tame
and re explain the refrain to the entire audience
coming clean but merely mortal, there is no godliness
and re explain the refrain to the entire audience
coming clean but i’m merely mortal, there is no godliness
[outro]
we can have all the pedestals we want
but until we find that place within ourselves
there is no mountain high enough

- sankofa

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