Lyrics Control - Dälek

Control

Forged, stainless thoughts from an iron will
Refuse to kneel
Shielded eyes missed core of truths revealed
Flesh won’t heal when attacks are medulla
Ten percent of currency is real
The rest only exists on computers
None truer than this kid of concrete
Reinterpretation of beats
Clapped hands and stomped feet
Need examples of what not to do?
Watch me!
Christians swear they love life
No comprehension of what Ankhs mean
Find basic tenants of breath shocking
Breathe deep, muhfucka
We just talking
Unsteady hands plot the course of existence
Recalibrate to face the path of most resistance
Don’t expect an ounce of forgiveness
The force this exerts is enough to move buildings
I’d say let’s be adults, but on the real, we all children
Hidden gems 'mongst words don’t make them shit’s wisdom Withstood attacks of an
uncivil system
Long enough to witness
Minute shiftings
Hard to describe this design as uplifting
But then again I’m hard to describe
A desolate existence I’m forced to survive
Mathematics dictate when these thoughts realign
The sublime beauty between the wretched is what I cherish
A fat muhfucka from a culture that’s malnourished
Could give a fuck what we’re told that the meek will inherit
I don’t want your crumbs.
Keep your scraps.
All that.
I don’t need none of that
What’s been said has misled masses
Huddled shoulder baring weight of an uprooted truth
Recouped on ever ounce of pain I ever dealt
Lack of wealth overcome with a knowledge of self
Wiser eyes devise a mirage of sorts
Take life’s punches in a barrage of course
Was born to a new era
Where goodfellas copped dollar Newports
Drown sorrows brown bottle brew quarts
Sight distorts yet aligns inner rhythm
Fought tooth and nail
Nothing’s ever given
Given more of self than there was self to give
Frequency for breath cause these sounds will outlive
5'6″ Honduran, I’ve stated my stature
Scrolls in nap sacks but I ain’t no backpacker
Saturated market where we ain’t the main factor
I don’t spit verses, I ink chapters
Never one to claim to have answers
Societal constructs must shatter
They ain’t concerned with the now just the after
Got nerve to ask why we state it’s Black lives that matter
Controlled thought
Controlled breath
Controlled art
Controlled sex
Controlled mind
Produce less
Produce crime
We need strength