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l.a salami – the cage كلمات اغاني

i’ve been many things so far in my life
but a chooser, choices made for me tend to beget my abuser
in the form of a baked eyed passive cruiser
who avoids the eyes at all costs with his zarathrustra
you spend enough time alone
a glance’ll cauterise your soul
turn your heart to stone
i feel it in my bones _
take the reigns or fall in the unknown
poor as f_ck but still trying to sell the fallacy i own, uh
but solitude is where those callus seeds are grown, huh?
and they consume light from your wounds that are sewn shut

if i see this light i’ll keep it for my own
besides the sp_ce in my eye for the apple that i know
and i don’t mean the brands that capitalise your soul
i could have a home with the money that i’ve blown

the food stops coming when your back goes
that means the blacksmith can’t relax though _
i milk my cow to keep the cheese but i’m ‘lactose (intolerant)’
capitalism’s on its’ knees telling math jokes
while the anarchist pushes for change but can’t adapt though
it’s a human old game
to suffer, and rebuff, til the ubermensch reins (read up)
you’re playing vanity’s game
if you think the individual’s too sacred to heed what our tapestry’s saying
move out of apathy’s way
they say that group think’s bad
but i’m always reminded that i’m black though
the pattern extends through the micro and the macro
falling through the craft of gravity’s path seems very natural
as our star does backstrokes through sp_ce_time
we’re seeing race wars rage live on face_time
and this could be positive, ugly or not
magnified media live focused on a spot
pulling the mass eye to it to gaze upon it as god
which raises the fear in it, which will encourage men to stop
ignorance is bliss, being vulnerable is not
knowledge equals suffering, but that’s down to the devil’s lot
profit could be war, power could be peace
money talks but you’re the one who decides how well it speaks
as our scope gets wider, our hopes get higher
for creating that a world that a good god might desire
it really feels like we’re supposed to
but the devil rides the back of all the new ideas that we’re exposed to
that’s why knowledge becomes a bomb
a fact becomes a threat
a right becomes a wrong
any nuance in an argument or insult is gone
in a black or white world you’re either holy or you’re scum
this reminds me of the past, before mccarthyism
when abraham asked god how many good men he’d k!ll
just to get his point across
it should be a clue that you’re on the wrong side
if you’re willing to destroy lives for the dogma
you’ve been anointed on
‘cause rationality’s regularly been outclassed by madness
the sh_t makes me anxious

when information’s free, and people can be seen
and everyone can be heard anonymously
logic does decree that wisdom atrophies
as chaos takes the mainstage as no one intercedes
for men this could just be a reflection of his greed
a new type of tribal warfare of the egos that it feeds
we could let it be, but war would supersede
and that would be a seed to the hatred it would breed

opened up a can of worms of s_x in the sixties
now everyone’s a brand of s_x
but the latter part of the twenty_teens is like the fifties
i grew up on “s_x and the city”
so i say lets get down to the nitty gritty
what’s a euphemism really?
she shrugs, as masculinity lugs his own madness for her to heal
‘cause femininity’s love
and it always seems like love is enough
but the great stage of unity comes
‘cause of our fear of what comes from above
meanwhile below, while the mother’s custodian’s stray
just log into instagram to see everyone’s dorian grey
and trying to separate fact from fiction
without negating the facts in fiction
the way that historians play
all of which could amount to the sum of a glorious way
which we witness day by day

if i see this day, it’s mine to be my own
besides the seat in my eye for the apple that i know
(fair winds blow)
and i could mean the lies that advertise your phone
quarantine your mind and occupy your dome
(fair winds blow)
the seasons resume with no mind to pay
to the leaves it will outrun
(fair winds blow)
for this reason some visions are bound to fray
and get lost in the outcome…
(fair winds blow)
it could drive you crazy…
it could drive you crazy…
it could drive you crazy…
it could drive you crazy…

so i’m told i’ve got friends in high places
my manager wants them to sell my tees
little does he know that they just look down on me
one of my mothers is on chemo and i have no self esteem
and i’m always letting my nightmares
prevent me fulfilling my fantasies
random or not, life goes shambles a lot
where you gonna look when the light goes?
land in a spot
how you gonna know what the night knows?
reach for a thought
you could blame god if you can’t, but are they your hands or not?
in my head i’ve got a screaming clot
who grabs me seething by the scruff of the neck
“are you a man or not?!”
“you can’t afford to leave, what you paying for a band for?”
“half way to old age, still slave to a landlord!”
i could be pure but i ain’t earning that
the clever pastors fry days for the lord, and i ain’t bernie mac
i break my back to hand in my thesis
but all i get back is feces
the tom hobbes in me hits the blunt like “f_ck my species!”
can’t let things be, too stressed out
can’t concentrate enough to read, but that’s on me
but whatever will be will be, and fate will sort the rest out

if i see this night, i’m leaving it alone
besides, i’ve sp_ce in my eye for the apple that i know
but i don’t like the tone these four corners have bestowed
i can’t get out the cage, in which i have been thrown

- l a salami

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