We Are - Propaganda, Sharlok Poems

Pen to hand, ink to paper, think greater

Penman creator, soul saver, embracer

Love ya not hate ya, small

Walk the earth in strength

Passing it’s about being passionate

My joy express it, my learned lesson

In confession you find peace

The soul weeps, the mind soundly sleeps

I rhyme to beats that create clear vision

My timeline’s in the vine, my life is written

There’s no more forgetting where I came from

Dirt of the earth, I’m a walking

I for one speak volume at the word freedom

Oh you playing death?

Watch me close my lips, read 'em

Off beat 'em, my soul high beam, I make you squint

Punch a dent in your think tank, call me a wimp

I’m from the Symph, wish the earth, peace and growth

Swear by the Bible not just cause I’m under oath

We are two of a kind, born to rhyme

We speak in stone throw ripple in time

Looking inside to find a sunrise

Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine

The return of the mic burner

Life, a page turner

Story told in old-school rhetoric

Young, you better get a grip on them words

So that tongue will never slip

Keep mine in line and time will

And change your aggression, an anti-depression

Rip mic session

Lessons learned, Props earned crews the term losers

Fooled ya from birth bruisers

Stand wide in the background

Y’all wondering how the ground shook, now look

Seven records deep in the plan, it’s Propagan'

Son of God and Son of Man, falling off the beat never

Challenge me, I’m way too profound to stay underground

And unheard, half-baked word

I’m designed for the nations to embrace what I’m saying

Tunnel Rats, we ain’t playin', we breakin' and deejayin'

And splittin' the wax spittin', freestyle or written

We are two of a kind, born to rhyme

We speak in stone throw ripple in time

Looking inside to find a sunrise

Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine

I be like feel me everybody who be hearing my voice

We remain y’alls choice everybody rejoice

He’s amazing outside the paint, raining mind-draining

Pain come in waves, I’m working to maintain it

If you understood, you’d regret if you ignore

And open mind flow spilling rhyme on the floor

The illest orator, consistent with the metaphors

I’m better for all the junk I endure

Came through that corridor and the vibe is a must

But I write too much thus I bust in surplus

Sometimes overanxious, okay I’ll admit it

Be thinking at a high beat per minute

And it’s forcing them to open more doors than Jim Morrison

And tap into a place that seems foreign to them

I’m never boring to them, be the illest illustrator

To ever have the guts to uprock on the equator

We are two of a kind, born to rhyme

We speak in stone throw ripple in time

Looking inside to find a sunrise

Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine