I Wouldn’t Want You To Die Uninformed

Lyrics

[Intro: Sept Sev Sev Two] Gut-Wrenching...., Unnnhhh [Verse 1: Sept Sev Sev Two] The cramps, had him buckled over Yelping, wincing, had no clue that I was watching, but I was It's not as if I was digging the scene, it was grim But I'm on this new awareness kick, where I stare at shit and take it all in Fall in, my man was like a feather falling Brace my wind and weather calling I had to lend an oral orifice Poor positioning in the corner Keeping me from viewing everything I deemed to be Important Fragments, portions, more than I need to see this kid trying to cope Tenseness, sweat-soaked like his whole body is crying, oh Hеre I am, eavesdropping, I know thе language Teeth popping, pain anguish, the thought basis The truth, involved within the realism of witnessing it firsthand Unbeknownst, was close to more than one could stand What to do? Lend a hand or make mental notations Observations and claim the education [Verse Two: Pat Juba] Resurrected through the dream that pleases Carpe diem on this earth Scheming, I'm freezing, I'm shapeless, faceless Broken facial limbs, strange fruit, pitch black Arawak indigenous Aztec, drummer magnet I'm stagnant though, my legacy is left tainted They're snatching crowns, pillaging jewels plus data Star chart measurements, hieroglyphs and medicine For future tints to say God was never resident On this earth, making the god fearing all hesitant Pick the path of the source, never be adamant They switch up, battle deviate, were all heaven sent Chilling with God, he said he made us all different For the parallel of prosper, borderline all perish Celebrate, diversify, let me clarify Purify these waters and slide smooth down your pasture Barren landscape, man rapes with mega laughter Humans are scared to praise Jah Walk the Kabbah seven times, in line with shrines Now I ask ya, amputate faster Decapitated hands and legs off your master Devils with ghetto blasters, pumping this New religion, polarized fields of high living In spiritual terms, mad deficit, left in shit Eternal quest, meet the truth In other words, break the roof [Verse 3: Sept Sev Sev Two] Look at 'em, pathetic, doubled over Trouble drove from the stages of infantile As the stranger with the wicked smile Studies him like lab rat, blinded by chemicals Stung by clap, snap to bad acid flashbacks Fast-track analysis, a guess No clue as to what's up with brother other than he's found himself a mess Let's look quietly for a second Did you hear that? I reckon that was his mom's name he beckoned Lessons, to be learned from a man, whose eyes burn to a man Whose eyes turn to follow every jagged movement Elusive, incongruent to mainstream ideals Of what, and how a troubled man's pain should feel A brain to heal, wish him a speedy recovery I never saw his face, nor did he discover me, Lovely So how do I know he ain't me or one of my siblings? If it speaks and you can hear, you should be listening [Outro: Sept Sev Sev Two] Visioning, through this mirror, catch a clearer image I'll see you at the finish Dynospectrum