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letra de blind faith - yak ballz

[verse 1]
coming into my own with blind faith
i rhymed my way out of a place i called home
my face with crossbones underneath
poison, f-ck with me in rare form
suddenly airborne in your lungs, breath
i lost friends to death i live with those scars
prey on blood, steering remote control sharks
bonds kept close with xo’s, hearts
my love i send home when far like post cards
soak in a digital bath facing a boombox
float in this infinite sp-ce ’til my balloon pops
little yashar wrote a world then he brought it to life
from outside his room you saw his window fl!ckering at night
now it’s honorable mentions for inventions
i hoped for so hard my palms bled from clenching
i don’t want to be robotic, i want to be aeronautic
i want to catch the wind, i want to go back and do it again

[chorus]
this the moment defined
at this moment in time
in this moment to live
in this moment to die
and the x’s to appear over the eyes of disbelief
trust in faith we keep, we must
stay awake and away from sleep
while robots keep track of the days of the week
we l-st to stay awake and away from sleep
until then each night is replaced with a day and a dream

[verse 2]
from cloud eight and soundscapes to nine
i put the pressure on sp-ce take out pain on time
br-ss knuckle hands on the clock fighting me back
birdcage blocking the shots to my gl-ssjaw likely to crack
i’m yak ballz, skywalker the author
m-s-ch-st on the radio broadcasting across borders
i’m from flushing, qu run sh-t
mom look, i made something out of nothing
now i gotta board the mothership, escape the jungle
while this concrete is like quicksand i’m stuck in
i’m like fluorescent melted plastic, bright and damaged
slight of hand is all i need to ignite madness
six billion dollars a month to make’l them more radical
six million ways to die for more capital
do not think it can’t be you on the receiving end
caught in an evil web, houseflies don’t make it out alive

[chorus]

[verse 3]
save me, i’m dying to explode like m80s
flesh and bone shrapnel i’m cupid, arrows connect daily
sailing in open water without a means to navigate
my ends justify what is needed to make it out okay
i t–ter on the edge of this knife i’m cut out for this life
i’m built for it no beta versions or prototypes
spent all that i got now i’m living on borrowed time
want me closer to god? tell him tomorrow is fine
in such a dark place bright ideas will never shine
until somebody comes and picks up what we left behind
unlock where the deepest of secrets are kept
and i remember you, you were the teacher’s pet
i must have slipped through a vortex, glad i made it
calibrated to alarm the people they want you to walk dead
seeking refuge in my own head
was the backwards fall i took when leapt from the razor’s edge

[chorus]

- yak ballz

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