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letra de the art of bar - time

under a melancholy moon for my soul i search
dark night of the soul like santiago at the church
the roof fell in and a sycamore bloomed
sometimes things fall apart to give creation room
i’m a journey of dreaming, i guess i’m yearning and scheming
i’m trying to decipher the meaning of these nightmares intervening
on the blood of energy vampires i’m feeding i’m always eating
i wrote this with a wood pen i staked em when they were sleeping
i read thе art of war and confused them and said i was bleeding
that’s when thеy attacked they didn’t know the art of deceiving
we had em surrounded on all fronts and started stampeding
we acted scared and started retreating highly misleading
we started arrow releasing, they were dead by the evening
these were the deceiving demons in me that were always creeping
by moonlight i’m reading, my knowledge i’m always increasing
i got one and a half lungs but i’m still f-cking breathing
on frozen nights i ran colfax till my head was steaming
we used to go rim stealing, karma came like karma was speeding
for forgiveness i’m pleading i guess i’m still healing
told my story to a therapist she said it was intriguing
she said due to trauma you’re addicted to achieving
validation seeking and never satisfied with succeeding
i used to medicate with pills over coffins i was leaning
life flashed before my eyes i left the reaper at the screening
with willows i did some weeping, the trees are always speaking
in my heart i did some cleaning, in my soul i watered seedlings
parasites i am bleaching, negative thoughts i started seizing
my ancestors i’m finally meeting, glad we’re finally speaking
belonging is what we’re needing, inspiration i am seeping
the blue flame on my throat chakra is heating, bars i’m sneezing
reps i am increasing infinitely exceeding
i am not a machine but my gears are grimy greasy
are you projecting or perceiving what you chase is always fleeing
chasing fans goes no where like the one on your ceiling
i hope these bars have feelings, i hope they help you with grieving
they banned kaep for kneeling the state is always policing
reminded me of rauf he put allah first and stayed seated
too many fold when the devil is dealing i’m never bluffing or leaving
i show my hand and keep my house full of love to the ceiling
colonizers throw away medicine and call it weeding
reality i’m peeling, is the wind the universe screaming?
with cheat codes i’m cheating, i’m in the matrix and peaking
the fabric of the universe is ripping out the seams it’s seeming
paulo’s path with destiny i’m wreaking

- time

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