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letra de seasons/ blind to the war - traffik (cdn)

[first verse]

we’re blind to the war, when people die every day
from starvation, while i complain that my soul’s wealth lessens
and could i mention that sentences were a map to our destiny
saying let it breathe on a beat, that was telepathy
don’t step to me, i’ve been trained man, the tv
i wanted to fly, in the sky where they’d never see me
my pop he used to clutch cardboard bags in the rain
if you know what i’m saying when i say that, you know my pain
i got spit on, like the greyest cloud
i prayed out loud
i pressed my palms in oily water on the street side ground
that was the only way i could anoint, i appointed myself master
the arm leg faction, i explored to the last drop in the soil
where the earth split i heard gifts, telling myself like
i’ll never make it out unless i put this on the shelf
the burden of the weight of many, medallions
were like ropes to tie you down, the flyest sounds
were my only way to freedom, beneath the leaves like the seasons

[chorus]

my idols were smashed, my path was clear
but still i had too much fear
(repeated x3)

[second verse]

learning lessons from the ancients, the trees on my street were ageless
the fiery patron, that was the liquor in my stationary heart
and my mind was as vacant as homes in my neighbourhood’s open soul
exposed role, like theatrics, street theatrics
neighbourhood cl-ssics, the realtor’s antics
the way their chains clacked when their veins slapped
in the poor just to breathe, telling them leave
like they never had a home here, just cos the concrete pillow
was where they rested doesn’t mean they aren’t stressing
whether or not they learned their lesson
still they’re treated as rats, lab rats, i saw them often
and i worried that the life they lead was like breathing inside a coffin
i felt sad for em, beneath the skyscr-per’s palaces bad for them
mad for them, like we’ve gotta do something to pad for them
at least give them something softer, like a hug or a kiss
something that maybe they never felt as a kid
and if they did, get a chance to feel that just one time
maybe they’d change forever, maybe that’s the answer
and no medicine could ever make it better but love
maybe that’s the answer
that no medicine could ever make it better but love

[bonus verse]

the addict as the true preacher
the b-st-rd as the true pastor
the one that never had rapture
the caster of the net of all hope
the walls broken for the halls of the broke
the gods of tomorrow
call on myself to borrow time
pantomime with the soul of the day, and call the night mine
my life line was the future, the death of the colours
was the burden upon brothers and sisters
the lovers and uplifters, mothers and drifters
she had my picture, she caught the shifting sands in her palm
the nixon plans in our written land, hand me the psalms
i wrote a quotable and touched the moon
while lover’s swoon in the night and the laughing hyenas bark at your tomb
i never asked to have a parcel from skies
how could somebody have a wrathful of lives
with all these blessings, still my people stressing
and i care more about their lives than any mention
by any talking staff holder or pension giver
my liver drowned when i thought of the falling stars
my idols were smashed, my path was clear
but still i had too much fear
my path was clear, i could’ve touched the sky and the moon
while the lovers swoon, but i had too much fear

- traffik cdn

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