The Man Draped in Darkness
يجب أن تذهب تلك اللوحة
يجب أن تذهب تلك اللوحة
يجب أن تذهب تلك اللوحة
The shadows dance around
Shapes twist and turn
The light casted thru this window seem muted and grey
I use my nights to write these words and then sleep thru the day
But I despise my dreams because they hurt my soul
Nightmarish visions of my pain begin to unravel
The barren streets in early mornings are barely traveled
I watch from the window as mortals come and go
They stand on corners, feigning strength to prey upon the meek
Niggas slangin' yola
Bitches servin' cock
The boulevard is so alluring during the dead hour, it's smooth
Every color monochromatic kuz black is the finest hue
Turn my gaze from the window and there, I see you
I'm left alone wit this darkness erodin'
Eatin' at my fuckin my innards, watch my flesh degenerate
Queen sleep in the other room, I envision her pretty face
It snap me back when I'm draped in the darkness I fuckin hate
Can't sit still, my mind acceleratin' expeditiously
On a expedition deep inside a fractured psyche
Investigating all the writings on the wall
Hieroglyphics so cryptic, translating to harm
Or a disturbance unnerving suicide note scribbled in cursive
Just play the game lil nigga sleep will creep up, it's certain
Ignore the demon in the corner with his hand on the chair
Controller trembles in my hands as his idle in mine
Think our eyes were the same but won't let my gaze linger
Longer he stand, I'm uneasy
Fear swarmin' my flesh
The pitch black is growin' darker
The room sinks and swirls
And the clatter from its gyre dangers wakin' my girl
His voice resemble thunder building in the skies above
His eyes a bright orange and the iris a towering flame
Veins litter his flesh, tattoos obscurin' his shame
Skin dried and withered, practically dingy and gray
Locs hang from his scalp; nappy, matted, and white
Posture poor as I am, bones protrude from his skin
Underneath that outer shell is a traumatized kid
His soul bitter and rotten
Flesh decayed and gross
Eyes lackin' humanity, pessimistic approach
It choke the air from my lungs
The weight is heavy as shit
It put the strap to my temple wit a sinister smile
I wince at its wheezing laugh as a tear rolls down
My nails dig into his flesh, tryna push his ass back
The scratches have no effect, he don't even react
He lift off of my feet, drag me to the glass
Push my face up to it, pull the hammer then laugh
Sayin, "This is it, kid. I showed up when you needed.
Couldn't picked a better time. Goddamn, I don't believe it
I thought you'd bitch up. Ah well, who coulda guessed it"
Then I stepped back and realized this my fuckin reflection
Arm leakin' from cut I caused, grapplin' self
Turned the livin' room upside down lookin for help
But found the .22 right where I left it and thought to end it
No more parenthood, problems, or job it's fuckin' finished
Thought I'd do you all a favor and end what I can't speak on
Been callin' Momma phone to no answer, that's nothin new
Only this time, no call is returned
That's when I knew that the answer to the darkness emergin' was only you
Do I have the strength to squeeze it? Believe me I wish I could
Believe me I wish a lot and none of its ever positive
Honestly, up chasin' bitch and false accomplishments
Only way they'll love me is if they grieve
So it's fuck my son
Fuck his mom
Fuck my granny
Fuck my brother
Fuck this art
Fuck this music
Fuck a album
Gimme love
Gimme peace
Gimme absolution from these evils that never cease
Gimme more hope than I had today
Gimme the night
Gimme the strength that you gifted my son it's my right
Gimme the chance to tell them that I'm sorry for who I am
Can't escape the fuckin' darkness my past has draped me in
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
يجب أن تذهب تلك اللوحة
يجب أن تذهب تلك اللوحة
The shadows dance around
Shapes twist and turn
The light casted thru this window seem muted and grey
I use my nights to write these words and then sleep thru the day
But I despise my dreams because they hurt my soul
Nightmarish visions of my pain begin to unravel
The barren streets in early mornings are barely traveled
I watch from the window as mortals come and go
They stand on corners, feigning strength to prey upon the meek
Niggas slangin' yola
Bitches servin' cock
The boulevard is so alluring during the dead hour, it's smooth
Every color monochromatic kuz black is the finest hue
Turn my gaze from the window and there, I see you
I'm left alone wit this darkness erodin'
Eatin' at my fuckin my innards, watch my flesh degenerate
Queen sleep in the other room, I envision her pretty face
It snap me back when I'm draped in the darkness I fuckin hate
Can't sit still, my mind acceleratin' expeditiously
On a expedition deep inside a fractured psyche
Investigating all the writings on the wall
Hieroglyphics so cryptic, translating to harm
Or a disturbance unnerving suicide note scribbled in cursive
Just play the game lil nigga sleep will creep up, it's certain
Ignore the demon in the corner with his hand on the chair
Controller trembles in my hands as his idle in mine
Think our eyes were the same but won't let my gaze linger
Longer he stand, I'm uneasy
Fear swarmin' my flesh
The pitch black is growin' darker
The room sinks and swirls
And the clatter from its gyre dangers wakin' my girl
His voice resemble thunder building in the skies above
His eyes a bright orange and the iris a towering flame
Veins litter his flesh, tattoos obscurin' his shame
Skin dried and withered, practically dingy and gray
Locs hang from his scalp; nappy, matted, and white
Posture poor as I am, bones protrude from his skin
Underneath that outer shell is a traumatized kid
His soul bitter and rotten
Flesh decayed and gross
Eyes lackin' humanity, pessimistic approach
It choke the air from my lungs
The weight is heavy as shit
It put the strap to my temple wit a sinister smile
I wince at its wheezing laugh as a tear rolls down
My nails dig into his flesh, tryna push his ass back
The scratches have no effect, he don't even react
He lift off of my feet, drag me to the glass
Push my face up to it, pull the hammer then laugh
Sayin, "This is it, kid. I showed up when you needed.
Couldn't picked a better time. Goddamn, I don't believe it
I thought you'd bitch up. Ah well, who coulda guessed it"
Then I stepped back and realized this my fuckin reflection
Arm leakin' from cut I caused, grapplin' self
Turned the livin' room upside down lookin for help
But found the .22 right where I left it and thought to end it
No more parenthood, problems, or job it's fuckin' finished
Thought I'd do you all a favor and end what I can't speak on
Been callin' Momma phone to no answer, that's nothin new
Only this time, no call is returned
That's when I knew that the answer to the darkness emergin' was only you
Do I have the strength to squeeze it? Believe me I wish I could
Believe me I wish a lot and none of its ever positive
Honestly, up chasin' bitch and false accomplishments
Only way they'll love me is if they grieve
So it's fuck my son
Fuck his mom
Fuck my granny
Fuck my brother
Fuck this art
Fuck this music
Fuck a album
Gimme love
Gimme peace
Gimme absolution from these evils that never cease
Gimme more hope than I had today
Gimme the night
Gimme the strength that you gifted my son it's my right
Gimme the chance to tell them that I'm sorry for who I am
Can't escape the fuckin' darkness my past has draped me in
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
في الظلام نرى
Credits
Writer(s): Nantes Cullins
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