Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Prism, artist - SkyBlew. Album song The Royal Blew Reverie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2015
Record label: WeGrowWax
Song language: English
The Prism |
Triangles and pyramids |
Distort the true meaning, I embark on my pilgrimage |
Journey through the sands of time |
With flashbacks in my mind when the world was fine |
But I rather not complain or be lab rats stuck in the maze |
Brain still asleep ‘cause you’re stuck in the page |
Of your social media but I can’t convict you |
‘cause honestly I was like a girl’s pics too |
Huh, ya know? |
(the prism) |
But my mind elevated, think beyond the frame |
We all stars but some people ain’t aligned the same |
I know we had plans but we must have forgot |
The blueprints when we was sitting on the edge of the dock |
Watching the days fade away into the clear blue |
Visualizing life in third person through the rearview |
When you really got something to say, they don’t hear you |
They’re muting the truth, ‘cause the prism really fears you (it's true) |
It feels like we boxed in |
The keys open doors but our caps they locked in |
I feel like they watching, the camera’s on |
Same thing everyday so what side you on? |
‘cause we stuck in the prism |
They say we all free but it feels like a prison |
We all got wings but nobody is risen |
Can’t have insight because their vision |
So we gotta find a exit from the prism |
And all we need is love |
The one thing to hold us down when push comes to shove |
While we fighting for a balance, this world became a challenge |
Used to be kings, now we all got to scavenge |
For food at the bottom when you prey in this food chain |
In this land of no religion, it’s a fool’s game |
Devil’s waiting on the cue like a pool game |
This world crazy as Saddam, I’m like, «Who's sane?» |
Ooh, man (the prism) |
The walls closing in, death started floating in |
We got fam in the pen, I still hope for them |
That’s why I write to inspire the next message unlimited |
Don’t tell me you ain’t gettin' my text |
In this economy, we suffer the inflation |
That’s why we can’t rise, no balloons in this nation |
But I got mine’s and I’m willing to share |
Let’s fly away from this prism, I got room to spare, yeah |
It feels like we boxed in |
The keys open doors but our caps they locked in |
I feel like they watching, the camera’s on |
Same thing everyday so what side you on? |
‘cause we stuck in the prism |
They say we all free but it feels like a prison |
We all got wings but nobody is risen |
Can’t have insight because their vision |
So we gotta find a exit from the prism |
Gotta get away, gotta get a-way |
Gotta get away, gotta get a-way |
Gotta get away, gotta get a-way |
Gotta get away, gotta get a-way |