Until We’re Ashes

Lyrics

Verse 1: Durban On the micro bus/ weaving/ around the township/ Psyco stunts/ believing/ this correct route shit/ Moody cabbie/ muddy puddle reflecting my avi/ A.n.c./ twitter relief/ style/ Profile wild/ mad traffic/ in my attic/meanwhile/taking in sounds/ style wild/ as we arrive/ At the central/ workshop/ I heard/ hot sounds/ drums roll/ Humanistic hustling sounds/ tussling go down/ Renown/ violence/ shhhhhh/ re-crowned silence/ Sometimes when/ Durban roads bend the guidance/ got this work-a- haulic/ Steady yearning for the islands/ Shit/ it's business at hand/ I passed point road/ Keeping my pockets closed/ thieves rocking Mr. Point clothes/ Anoint the roads/ with my ashes/ passive/ believe/ scenes/ On the postcards/ it's adolescence… Verse 2: Medellin Wake up/ Stretched out in Medellin/ etched out in vivid dreams/ Sunbeams/ enter/ the center of Pablo's scene/ Searching the landscape/ sunlight lace/ my balcony/ Sun draped/ the empanadas I taste/ Delicious/ neighbor across the way doing her dishes/ I waved/ she say "eros guapo"/ what is this?/ Business/ at hand/ new land/ but same difference/ Mountainous/ slums/ niggas and drugs/ From out the fog/ emerging/ Colombian thugs/ They show love/ he said "yo/you represent us"/ From up above/ to down here/ Hit me off/ with a pound and a hug/ My nigga Gab showed us the slums/ grimy shit/ No trouble in customs/ they rushed us/ through/ Copa airlines/ await/ a hairline rush/ Just like us/ Different hates/ different lust/ Lusting/guns bust/ billowing ash dus VERSE 3: (Gun rule/ Detroit) Awesome dreams from the bottom/ spotting the rotten/ Houses in between/ every empty field/ is it Sodom/ I wonder/ Pops took us out the hood/ next to so called good/ Neighbors/ but we un-wanted/ They god was willie lynch/ and take this good book it's his/ Whenever I burn bridges/ I light a path to the finish/ Faggot cynics/ bankrupting our districts/ gentrifying / our eyes/ Have us believing July/ side/walks/ is frigid/ Fucking our minds/ guns rule Detroiters/ we blind/ Or oblivious/ non-chivalrious/ to her civil-ness/ No difference/ blanketed images/ I've travelled across Bogota bridges/ Built my way past KwaZulu henchmen/ The lynch pin/ is the axis/ of the earth/ Birth survival like a cactus/ vital to that h2O balance/ Baring talons/ and talent/ by the gallons/ We all belong in a palace/ Kings & Queens/ Speaking the same language/ Banging this beat with malice/until we ashes…