Comments by Es. Morrell
Locked and Loaded, I got all theem essentials. If this beat were a suite, Presidential. In the south we like it dirty and slow. Take your shirt off, cus its hot yo. I'm on a roll yea, ready to go. Feeling loose bout to act like a fool. Creative muses they be dripping them juices. If the power goes out, we blew the fuses. I'm from the dirty boy, been working all day and I'm a dirty boy. Got salt stains on my dickies boy. From the panhandle, you can't handle what we cooking boy in the beat lab. Throw your hand in the air, then beat that. This underground sound going down, so profound they don't know what to do so do like me, forget them, do you. Lose yourself in the groove, just move, remove the new thoughts that intrude and focus on what you gon' do, be true. Ima find a way, invade, never look away, cus it be what I need to find me in a vast sea of lost sheep that need money to breathe. I'm a dying breed.
I move thru the streets contemplating my life
The night has born a calm and majestically beautiful light,
Thoughts of grandeur pouring out like a deadly fire
A new elixir has invaded the mind of the idle
Living revisions breaking the power of the systematic idol
one stands out, no voice just sight
an apparition it appears, he moves among the light
lamenting the motives of the lost and contrite
it was spoken of a child to rise and bring demise
a young soul to burn alight with indignant prose
fueling a lost generation forever blacklisted
i insist you hear this and tear yourself open
discover the chains unbroken, breaking the ties
decimate the barriers build by entangling lies
phonetically desirable, candy to those who think
it all comes together as the rhymes find the lost link
I'm burning alive with passion to recite this new life
Something so old time meditates its design
A burial of creativity and freeform though has
perversely pillaged the young ones souls and sought to
eradicate all hope of a hope-filled world but
something magical has entered the picture, a
compulsion of utmost integrity with weight
that weighs a sideways 8 pushing, no forcing
its way to the prodominate brainwaves
killing all that stands in the pathway
screaming with the voices of ones silenced to earlay
embody all of us and let us have our day
we were murdered so the dead horses could have the hay
its a shame reallay, nay a travestay
as this beat rolls on something in this place delays
a sound from within I'll tell you what was stirred
It's ten million voices and they need to be heard
I see you, staring back at me
I want you to come with me and be
A new voice, fresh air to breathe
A strong hand, to break these chains free
I stand bewildered at a system gone wrong.
A faith disguised, a life flowing deep with lies,
The blind stealing from the ones with no eyes,
No way to see, definitely no way to fight. Disgusting to realize.
But what’s worse? And tell me little brother, is it me, or is it you?
Its all of us at times, and none of us in our minds.
But when the truth comes through, and yea there’s pain involved
Tell me…what you gonna do?
I’m broke, but I have something to give.
I need to wake and see the life unlived.
Come to me, hungry, downcast.
What I have is yours, we will outlast (this)
Perseverance breeds strength.
How to find it in need is the box with a hidden key.
My struggles’ brought me to this place.
And what I find here is a need I see everywhere.
The dare of a thoughtful embrace.
Will you join me in the bloody war of hate and love,
self-pity and the battle to maintain above,
or will you join the ranks like the rest of them fools
and choose to have selective sight, a weak ruse.
Mangled Stains - a song talking about the turmoil sometimes present between my father and I.
Do I need to see you bleed again? I know what you mean to me! How many years has It been.
Help me define the confusion and merciless disillusion.
I've paced the streets at night screaming your name, searching for a reason to remain.
There's something inside sprinting to the brink with irrational hope, teared up eyes that won't blink,
a soul that moans incessantly dragging its mangled stains searching for familiar remains. Have I really stayed? or has someone just got played?
I'ma stay, I'ma Fall
I'ma be here through it all
I'ma be right here tomorrow
I'ma stay, I'ma Fall
I'ma be here through it all
I'ma be right here, right now
I'm gon' be here, yea I'm gon' be here
even if there's no one here...I..Will..Be..Here.
Stained, flawed, a broken son, the whole nine yea the sum
From where did He come, I'll tell you, from a bled out son
on a cross spilling life while the world took His life
They can call me crazy right? But to me they fade in the light.
Only one stood His ground when the rest made the sound
of a herd en mass pounding ground,leaving town..I'll be right here.