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Seasons change
The ways of nature subtle winds
new voyage begins
contrary illusions vary from ones own mind to others eyes truth and lies yet were all the same cause everyone dies
Suffering is life
through this voyage I walk with diligence
dusty trails I walk with self
what is to be known this space exist within bliss.
Blast the trumpets !
...yo, purge the father from my inner being if you capable
I been guardin' my post since the saber-tooth
wu' energy tried but each survives on his own agenda
the system will try but still-in-all fail to dis-member
what had to be re-membered, and all I can remember
is this life since the '70s disco to rhythm
and blues, but the fuse is too long for endings
my use to strong for friendships, I'm allone henchman
my zone seven south philly to the city's center
I rode seven, 19th and 20th on septa
my whole lineage bigger than 2.15 the birth date
my whole area bigger than 215 my birthplace
I can say that I stay the patriot, but pay me, shit
i need proof a' life that I exist on some daily shit
add butter, milk and bacon from a cow to that daily bread...
Pass by natures abundance
An affirmation of self
the present moment speaks a thousands words
silence is virtue peace is bliss
Utopia within exist
Like a shooting star lights the sky
I left a wish for the universe where truth lies existence and life
Natures light upon sight
Lovely scene
I take a moment and breath
I catch the wind breeze
And hear nature speak
luci' wanna' connect back up, get a check from the neck back up
what you expect, i need respect and some before you get back up...
...we started as bruh's, gab'real and luciph', los angeles
then there was mic', we descended to fight on canvasses
became the brothers, cain crushed abel's head off a' whisper
later that entity was born seth, that's my own perception
abel's ghost gab'real through the ages sought with patience
to see if cain's reincarnations would repent or get wasted
meanwhile, luc' tagged alongside mic' as close as he could
me, I was on my own shit as gab' the gift, words as the sword...
my thoughts my meditation
my influence
the skies at night
connect stars map out constellations
takes me to many places
for which happiness dwells
seek refuge amongst space and light
crafted the message
sight see across hikes
waters at a distant paradise
a shooting star passes flashes
nature in existence
rest in peace to my brotha' air smoove again
osage, I'm 'bout to bomb sh!+, on the move again
no refutin' the mental institution they schooled me in
two to three stories a block, two million groove in 'em
bodies to birth rates, d.o.b.'s to d.o.a.'s
vesey and church streets, murder rates is all the same
bunch of refrigerators, synonym for cold cases
so many generations done handled they own grave shifts..
free the mind escape time like death
the winds breeze peace
the sun shines life and moonlight
and many suffer many nights
stars tell stories of knowledge kept sacred
pyramids of the ancient
to be or not to be fully awaken
the concept of patience
sound the trumpets
Heres another one
https://soundcloud.com/444trumpets/wake-up
New 444trumpets
The trumpet sound ...
Fire in the sky
True lies
Havoc amidst conflict renegade
like the conquest was won
Trumpets begun
Burn in desirable hope
Blast across skies the sounds
As if devils in disguise
Blasphemy
My blade like the iron sheik
Scene dusty
Trails sands pale
sunsets bring misery
Ancient ways past history
Dreams voyages unknown
Conquest at hand mental expand
The trumpets in hand
Blast plagues the next stage consequence enemies die young die slow
Trumpets blow
play you like the violin over violence and 444 trumpets
your hardly somethin, cuzzin slumpin like sumthin i found in the garbage sunk in
decomposing pumpkins im composing your composting pungent
mike tyson punches,poster boy lunges i pop the toast at the bunches
your brain soaks up dumb shit like sponges pcp lunch breaks at country club functions
love blasting shottis watch the bodys drop slumped inn
indian chiefs puff payote buttons paying homage to getting dusted
take you head off like nothing, sell narcotics with the same name as the sound of ya dome busting
crack cocaine, pipe dreams from the other side of the pipe still remains
a dream, its a million dollar thing
a billion dollar dream, but the typa thing that leaves your blood spillin like milk for the cream
silk like the voice that co-herced you into doing such things
butter fly knives and suicidal dreams take your stitches out at the seams
leave you amazed like native american indians in a maze of maze
blood thirsty and crazed eyes high in a daze for days
ripped in half from the legs, eyes on the nest and eggs
cant get over my head on peggs, after the body roastin
call Carla Hamoka cheers at the local Ponderosa
pounds will post ya....up like gun slugs wet yet to fast to rust
slap and touch crack at lunch, hand to hand like giving daps and such...raps ya i gotta bunch
but my hearts cold like the berg that sunk
the titanic in the atlantic sandbox skits my hands in the attic
gargantuan like mamoths in a sex act ice age heart attack silenced
black on black violence substituded by white on christ lying
the last zionist pilot anunnaki hybrids
RFID my chips, eat my shit, read my lips
or get shanked in the lid, watch me peel it back on some cambpells shit
splashin blood up in ya womb glad my dicks wrapped up tighter than mummies in the tomb
drinkin rummy child fed from a spoon gorgeous to a caccoon
photosynthisis popparazzi flashin photography at my biology
eat from my downloaded monolpolies
im iller than top ten emcees breath fresh no stress like the tops of trees
russian and viatnamese bitches get slashed at the knees
smoke skunk thick shit like the trunks on trees
and asian elephants trunk conspiraies debunked like its elementary
mk ultra documentaries leave you with me
government vs me the oceans freeland and all seas
my third eye is in the same degrees
the world turns to the east