Shahmen - Shell Dweller

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This is for the prophets\nSee through your eyes in a glance\nThat could ride through they life just to write and dance\nDirty world but my soul’s clean, feeling great\nEven though we know all our foes will meet the same fate\nThat’s all physical, this ain’t got a name\nIts the same story, but watch the authors change\nRight now dog, that’s all it ever be\nThis moment never ends, this hell is heavenly\nThis spinning never stops, I heard about death\nAnd why you tripping dog, that shit is all a myth\nEven when we leave, we just coming back\nThis body’s just a shell so its bound to crack\nThe spirit inside, you couldn’t hold back\nAnd let me see you try, but you got no chance\nAnd let me see you try, but you got no chance\nAnd let me see you try\nWhere do we go?\nWhat if all my plans will flop, I don’t know\nThat is why we have to stop and just flow\nBe on it when the casket drops\nGrab ahold of my soul and crack the master lock\nWhere does it go?\nBut if I really open the door, I don’t know\nBut that is what I’m hoping to show\nSo hid some spare change, for the dead bro\nPull it out my pocket, stop, motion, let go\nSo there I was again staring at the sky\nSky stare back like why you so high\nMan you so soar, dog you so low\nHanging on the hedge in the middle of my flow\nFlow’s where I live at, that’s where I dwell\nDamn its my prison its my very own cell\nWake up every day like my personal hell\nCouldn’t get better yeah I’m swimming through the wealth\n(Now I’m back) once again staring at the sky\nSky stare back like why you so high\nMan you so soar, dog you so low\nHanging on the hedge in the middle of my flow\nFlow’s where I live at, that’s where I dwell\nDamn its my prison it’s my very own cell\nWake up every day like my personal hell\nCouldn’t get better yeah I’m swimming through the wealth\nThis one’s for the one power we pioneer off the tip of this iceberg\nIs hazardous to be on but if you get it that might work\nFor kingdom come skip the next shell and inherit the earth\nAt times I sing songs like a Phoenix biting the dirt\nRather bite the head off a serpent but it’s bless over curse on\nWriting these verses trying to fit it into the right words although it’s beyond\n(the silence surfaces)\nThat I still heard (flying in nervousness)\nCause I still heard there’s a light that’s inside of men\nThat can turn a leviathan of sorrow into a brighter tomorrow\nSo if your eyes is hollow\nI cannot follow\nBut I will swallow to provide a bottle of fire water and now we got to arigatou\nNow that i finally found it’s motto\nA breath of life is bound to blow let the Barracka blow\nI should go out the grove\nOr better yet inside out\nAt the end of the road grass is where begins my route\nthe wolf pack that I swing on doubt\nWith truth up in the eyes like a barrel in thine mouth\nIf a wolf was a crow he’d probably been flying south\nIf a crow was a wolf he was taught how to bring hide out and die out\nPhysically, we could reach infinity\nBut mentally, through the century we lost our identity