time - what is the medicine you give? lyrics
we read the stars into myths just to heal our traumas
constellations of pain i’m still connecting the losses
pouring water out the dipper meditating in the sauna
bury me with my songs each verse terracotta
my pen’s a storyteller like akira kurosawa
my heart’s a hidden fortress i’m slicing through the cobwebs
what’s a sword but an articulation of the truth?
it’s an honor to heal, trauma’s a sacred wound
i see wisdom in a stone, blue scarabs in a stream
i see a cave full of serpents between me and my dreams
i walk right through them as my footsteps echo
fangs in my lеgs i feel the venom crescеndo
i walk without a care cause mori memento
the antidotes in my mind the rest is pretend though
i alchemize my feelings distill through the pelican
the steam takes the oil that’s essential and relevant
earth is intelligent she creates with elegance
with water and light she makes trees, us, and elephants
i’m learning to slow down and take care of my ghosts
i’m hugging my monsters instead of slicing their throats
i’m sharing silence with my demons i’m embracing the weird
i’m learning their names instead of running in fear
evil is emptiness the ego is a temptress
when i was full of hate is when i felt the emptiest
when i let go, my cup filled this the testament
you could feed me pestilence i’m p_ssing out excellence
eating all these beats i got snares in my intestines
kicks in my stomach like i’m 9 months pregnant
i’m bout to birth another classic to my hater’s detriment
i got blessings for the pessimists and prayers for their resentment
no writer’s block impediment, i’m dropping sh_t like excrement
i’m spitting like expectorant, my bars stay prevalent
open minds like excedrin creation is my medicine
show your wound to the world or it’ll start festering
art’s an antibiotic k!lling infections within
i’m murdering with bars each song is the evidence
prosecution say i’m guilty every time the record spin
they cited my discography as the precedent
the jury broke their neck to the beat i left at recess
rappers leave the stage and go to witness protection
no contestants wanna battle, the waiting room is desolate
you could dig my grave but i promise you will rest in it
and even if you k!ll me i’ll come back like a revenant
dirty lab regiment we’re destined to win
ambulances outside the venue mid rappers on the gurney
you don’t need an agent you need a power of attorney
he said all your metaphors seem to deal with conflict
there’s more to the hero’s journey then being accomplished
he said art shares experiences and glimpses of wonder
a dance between the vulnerable and chaotic conundrums
humanity breathes in mistakes and exhales resilience
if everyone’s your enemy then you’re who the villain is
he said everyone hurts the grave makes us equal
what is the medicine that you give to other people?
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