Co-Creators

Can't hold us, break us, stop us shake us
Ordained creators, swing mics like light sabers...

You got an ax to grind, a bone to pick
You wanna talk some trash and get them licks
It's a shame you stick to the low road to nowhere
But no cares, why go there, they no hear, cause so scared
So fear what you need, disguise with lust and greed
But taste what you feed cause its bitter indeed
But gotta take it if u dish, so fake it if you wish
Cause when banished you vanish
Like you never did exist
May even take some time that I didn't have to waste
But good things to come cant always do so in haste
So when faced with the hate I examine the state
If I can relate I'm not as easy to manipulated
So fate be my friend or I'll go it alone but I won't stop the push til find my way home
Or take it to grave with one last hope and a prayer
At least knowing I poured my soul in on the way there

Can't hold us, break us, stop us shake us
Ordained creators, swing mics like light sabers...

May buckle under pressure but never break
May make mistakes in wake that take the cake
Even a slice Is nice when left to your own device
But it's twice the price when you already sacraficed
But if u tit for tat, u never get it back
It just fades to black, instead of lays the track
No fluidity or synchronicity
Missed epiphanies while we chase the impossibilities
In a cypher out of sync with the ones we there to link.
Thinking nothing of the kinks then blink and at the brink
Of destruction and greatness
Heart heavy but weightless
In an Old soul that's ageless
With a story that's page less
Timeless and classic, inspired and tragic
All we need is faith, focus, and magic
Or grace if you will, the presence when still, the plateau that awaits when the battle's up hill

Can't hold us, break us, stop us shake us
Ordained creators, swing mics like light sabers...