City on a Hill (ugly take 1)

Posted by THoT more than a month day ago
Plays: 30 Jiggs: 1
Description: really messed this up, but beat is cool (produced by Anno Domini)
Album: My Music
Genre: Hip Hop
Language: English
Artist: THòT
Tags: thot
Lyrics:
A rose made of ashes Grows from the sidewalk where chalk outlines are thatched in Black leather jackets, each with silver zippers, matching patches and a pocket of matches No cigarettes though, a different addiction The kind that burns away lives with our permission Encryptions nearby call the names of the victims “The Fallen”, “Here lie the Forgotten” Evidence of the struggle A crime scene of the mind filled with the subtle stab of the virus Their vaccine made diplomats seem pious But nearly killed all the survivors All buildings vacant soaking with broken glass out to the open grass hoping that it’s sacred: empty sanctions engraved so crass On the walls of the cages adorned with brass…so sad… This is the tale of a city Once it was clad with gold Now it stands in pity The lives inside were deprived and dizzy They sold their minds to keep time busy It’s like a love story gone wrong See the rose was supposed to go along with a song An opinion that would boast the hope of the conned: The civilians who were forced to war unarmed The few without a clue, the set with no convictions The rest unconscious of a conscience honest to convict them Consumed by the rhythm of their subjective prism Now their intellect serves their inner debt in a prison> Every petal was a letter Written on it were the words “better” and on another leaf, “forever” The source of red blades fell with the morning dew Of course, no one knew the words borne a clue A hidden scroll within the foil of a flower A love note empowered without soil, seed, or showers But it sprouted maybe too late… We read it too late So candid How they herded us and branded Each with a scar on the forehead and wrist They way we understand it is ignorance is bliss But this… it’s betrayal with a kiss and every night we listened for the mist hoping that the love petals would persist but they never did the heavens must have shut their gates so we bid names to rid the curse of this worse state meanwhile, the rose was thrust into the darkness, under dust that disembarked its color to black from red. Bred on alloys and ivory, we were force-fed poison ivy by the highly EX-alted: Their number 44 short of 7 hundred It’s no wonder then why they hid the rose: “Beware the gods of metal,” prophesied the last petal

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