Saor Éire

Bullet kiss the side of your face
Your brain put on a show
When I was growing up
We'd say you got an
X put over your O
Too many squares around your circle
The game is temporary
The death is universal
Coward took my beloved at 14
So I know how it goes
How it stops
Everything stops
I'm 15, switchblade tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes
Adapting to violence when
I'm in a cracked state of mind
Homies would get chased out Ballybane
For the false crime of looking Different or having a darker pigment
I know that's ignant
But
you got to understand
Your history taught me you've Been conditioned to hate
What is black and tanned
I spit this like Roger Casement
In Africa seeing suffering of a stolen land
So when I was 19
My 16's were hitting different
Braggadocio became lyrical abolition
Freestyling to my brothers hitting pots and pans in my kitchen
So pass the pot let me let skillet
Pass the pot skillet
Cause

I had a dream where
Pot told the kettle it was black
Kettle got sad and
Didn't look back
Pot said
Kettle why you so sad to be Black
Kettle said
Cause it means we attract heat So I can't relax
Think about it

What is will
Question at the tip of my quill
Is it hunting for good through Robin William films
Is it these words I leave you
In event that I am killed
Is it knowing regardless of what I emit
I might still get Till'd
Is it sisyphus pushing Rocks up an eternal hill
Or kids pushing rock to pay the bills
Is it taking red pills
cause you sick of the blue
Is running away from them
And towards a new you.
What is will
Is it choice manifested?
Is it the hand of the gunman whose bullet kissed your face in the first line
Or the victim on the floor
Refusing to flatline.
Is pushing on or faking being Fine
I need to see if this pain is willed
Was it created by design
Botched experiment of the Divine
I don't know but
Gimme the half the will of my mother and I'm sure I'll shine.
But I need to understand what It means so I
Can understand what others Have left behind

Cause
I had a dream where

Pot told the kettle it was black
Kettle got sad and
Didn't look back
Pot said
Kettle why you so sad to be Black
Kettle said
Cause it means we attract heat So I can't relax
Think about it

Hey man fuck all this wordplay I just need to go acapella

Ozymand(IA)s
The greatest
Name never faded
I'm still a young jewel
Age made less jaded
Black is freedom
I proclaim it
If there's a crown to this game
There's already
Royalty
In my name
Bullseye off the hip
I'm too arrogant to aim
17, remember, being checked by these execs
3 years later same execs cutting me cheques
My mother used to point at me And say he is art
I took the concepts fused it
She became my heart
What is will? the question
The question at tip of my quill
Let me tell you
It is the lessons through Adolescence manifested, it is Seers seeing a Saor Eire
It is and you me
And this beat
It blackness given form
Fuck a need to conform
I came out this nebula
Treated with scorn
My kingdom war torn
But I shift this plot
But in case your forgot

Gach rud a rinne sé
Ar son na páistí dona
Agus na daoine ar himeall
Rinne sé dá thoil féin
Éire saor in aisce