Wild Brush Fire - Shahmen

Out in Amsterdam, still smoking on that LA

Smiling at life, here in the beast’s belly

Fuck what evil tell me

Baby my name’s BLESS

Been hungry since the first day I left my mother’s breast

Been fresh since the mess left me then I left the west

Running from death with metal lungs and an iron chest

I keep my breath on lock

As I fire up this doobie full of fresh grown crops

You can find me where the kush grows

And the wind blows through willows

Blowing out clouds in the shapes of pillows

Writing short little poems, all based on riddles

Of my life from the lows to highs and middles

Cry a river and dive up in it, headfirst into my heart

Like a knife up in it

Let the blood flow row

'Til I’m right up in it

I write within it

A brand new life I’m living

Every time I’m handed a mic, its loaded dice I’m given

It ain’t a gamble of course I’m winning

Look in his eyes and recognize all the forces in him

And the force is with him, standing right beside him

Still hunt with wolves and I sleep with lions

Hanging high at night from the Belt of Orion

Smiling at life and the fact that we high again

Crow wings spread, I think its time that we fly my friend

Long as the fire is around, there ain’t no bringing me down

As high as fire will grow, I go beyond to my zone