michael brutus - the sun/son (3/33) كلمات الأغنية

who knows how far we’ll go
on this journey through the cold
the sun is gonna come out and
the seven trumpets will sound

rest in peace to them n_ggas
who tried to wrestle me
i got no rest in me

what’s left of me the recipe
check the receipt
spreading light is the key

rinse rejoice
release repeat

we from babylon tower of babble
now wе just playing scrabble
scramble for crumbs
man goes rambo for crumbs

wе watch ourselves die weekly
we going numb to it
it’s getting hot in here
here comes the sun n_gga
here comes the sun

think what it is to be under the power
to see control over form, but not light

i’ve lived to find the sun sets such limits
and change has to be built

rather than live, we must find new ways to love
as if excavating sunlight

keep searching for answers, amidst the noise
in the process, i realized, that life and death must exist at once
double_sided

and though most transition is edgewise
what is destroyed rarely falls neatly from chaos

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