Kurzweil (feat. David Ramos, iCON The Mic King, Shoshin - Ceschi

Yeah

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

Some will fight for survival

Very few will stand tall

Yeah yeah

Nothing lasts too long

I’m not advanced

I’m no Kurzweil

Just a man

And I’m flawed

Let’s play pretend

Bend

Move it on beyond your body transcend (yeah)

I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of

affordable plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly

Honestly I bought 1 million vitamins in the hopes that they might end my

endless flaws

Amino acid concoctions

That claimed that they would bring me calm

I wish I could’ve been a better person when it actually meant something

Not now

These retrospective reflections won’t reverse my errors

Just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat

Made a life in places where dreams die

X marks where you’ll see Y

I coordinate time in form of space

Defy what they’ve defined

Long as you can afford it fine

Order mine I’m in the claws of time

I’m sorta Jordan Belfortified

I mind the more til it’s more than mine

Ain’t so sure who I used to be

Even less of his use to me

Waiting on the singularity

To come and wipe my error clean

Don’t need your memory truthfully

I’ma still ghost ride this griffin

But here’s the silent difference

Even if my values are questionable

They know my value isn’t

Got drunk on true love

Then threw up

Lifting liquor to listless lips to liver

Deliver me from the stinking sick in which you sunk

Six years plus

Lost in the fog of lust

We fucked

Every caustic

Colossal sin ensconced in skin sings to be seen

Screams to the beat

Such awful haunting hymns

Tethering us taut blood loss to limbs

Engendering all squalls from frothing lips

Spitting venom in a hostile toxic fit

Our trespasses surpass us

All-encompassing shadows cast

Wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing

Holding on until it falls apart

A holocaust of hearts

September 4th I was taken

By Connecticut state and

Placed into custody

Shackled roughly

Processed

And stripped naked

Hispanic «H» on my I. D

Like many men in chains by me

All we ever really want to do is find peace

But spend lifetimes only fighting

I’m no enlightened being

Just been taught

By the things I’ve seen

Violently made mountains of mistakes

Got lost in my faults and greed

All these men live life like me

Gamblers who risked everything

To feed their seeds

Or breed their dreams

In the end got caught

Under lock and key