Control - Dälek

Forged, stainless thoughts from an iron will

Refuse to kneel

Shielded eyes missed core of truths revealed

Flesh won’t heal when attacks are medulla

Ten percent of currency is real

The rest only exists on computers

None truer than this kid of concrete

Reinterpretation of beats

Clapped hands and stomped feet

Need examples of what not to do?

Watch me!

Christians swear they love life

No comprehension of what Ankhs mean

Find basic tenants of breath shocking

Breathe deep, muhfucka

We just talking

Unsteady hands plot the course of existence

Recalibrate to face the path of most resistance

Don’t expect an ounce of forgiveness

The force this exerts is enough to move buildings

I’d say let’s be adults, but on the real, we all children

Hidden gems 'mongst words don’t make them shit’s wisdom Withstood attacks of an

uncivil system

Long enough to witness

Minute shiftings

Hard to describe this design as uplifting

But then again I’m hard to describe

A desolate existence I’m forced to survive

Mathematics dictate when these thoughts realign

The sublime beauty between the wretched is what I cherish

A fat muhfucka from a culture that’s malnourished

Could give a fuck what we’re told that the meek will inherit

I don’t want your crumbs.

Keep your scraps.

All that.

I don’t need none of that

What’s been said has misled masses

Huddled shoulder baring weight of an uprooted truth

Recouped on ever ounce of pain I ever dealt

Lack of wealth overcome with a knowledge of self

Wiser eyes devise a mirage of sorts

Take life’s punches in a barrage of course

Was born to a new era

Where goodfellas copped dollar Newports

Drown sorrows brown bottle brew quarts

Sight distorts yet aligns inner rhythm

Fought tooth and nail

Nothing’s ever given

Given more of self than there was self to give

Frequency for breath cause these sounds will outlive

5'6″ Honduran, I’ve stated my stature

Scrolls in nap sacks but I ain’t no backpacker

Saturated market where we ain’t the main factor

I don’t spit verses, I ink chapters

Never one to claim to have answers

Societal constructs must shatter

They ain’t concerned with the now just the after

Got nerve to ask why we state it’s Black lives that matter

Controlled thought

Controlled breath

Controlled art

Controlled sex

Controlled mind

Produce less

Produce crime

We need strength