+Kalki - 7 Psychic Oasis (Prod. by Merky Waters) | Текст песни

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So many things leave me breathless
Cosmically perplexed
In ways I couldn’t honestly express
Life & Death, positive & negative
Constantly I’m quite bereft of energies
yet I’m blessed with my enemies
& wretched with the friends I see
I’m too sentiently inclined
Abyssal immensities shine
When I write verses, like Vice-Versa
I was meant to be a cold rhymer
Frozen in time, unearthing diamonds
Like coal-miners, go find your purpose
My worth is rhyming
I’ve searched timeless chasms & rifts
Mind the matter I spit
Mind over matter, I split & re-combine atoms
& gift them in rhyme patterns
To the mindless masses
Till they shine in the blackness
With their combusting souls
If you’re aligned with the atlas
Then you clutch the goal
That Gaia passed
to her sired inhabitants
Be lush & noble
in your words chimed
A third eye in a blurred mind
Is dusty & old
Yet it must be golden
Beneath this
Speak your secrets
Don’t leave them to the grave
& be a slave to the Reaper
& his aides, you’re weren’t made
To be a sleeper, awaken
From your slumber
Fate’s conundrum is Destiny
I’ve paced the Underworld’s
Wretched places asunder
& found nought to rejoice in
Forbidden pleasures, knowledge
& wisdom in the Heavens exist
You ought to make sound choices
What I brought makes the ground moisten
In arid planes & deserts
Till their barren waste is treasured
Once more, I’ve spun lores
Till the Aryan race is perished
Face your mirror till your face is clearer
Than an oasis, till you can hear this & taste it
Like the purest of basins
Containing the gods nectar
I’m a strangely odd protector
Of the poor & downtrodden
My stories are sound odysseys
There’s more to what’s found
than what’s audibly heard
Laudable words take flight
& stave fright, till you’re brave & enlightened
I may be limited in brain capacity
But I’m limitless with training & mastery
I’m raining data as it was made & has to be
We inhabit modest dens,
but we’re the gods’s kin
Why bother to pretend
we weren’t made in their image?
Since our days in the beginning,
we’ve been slaves to sinning
& knavish customs
Slaves to lusts & cravings
That aid us in nothing
Conquer them & slay your inner monster
Then, pray for an unlimited conscience
& hem your life’s tapestry
As exquisitely & brightly as it has to be
You’re a vivid light in this masterpiece
Cosmically speaking
Don’t cause it to weaken
From flaws in your being, be a beacon
To those that would follow the teachings
Of the scrolls of sages of Golden ages
Or those of olden days on moulded clay
Your soul’ll decay
Till it’s totally grey
If you limit your vision
and listen to religions
Telling you how to think
Who to hate, how to drink
Who to date, you’re shrouded
By the ink of impostors
Their prints are preposterous
There’s many gods & goddesses
Many & many more
I’ll send thee scores at your death
Till you’re awkwardly left
With no choice but to acknowledge their existence
My solace is their wisdom


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