Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, Ill thread it
Radically poetic
Standin with the fury that they had in 66
And like e-double Im mad
Still knee-deep in the systems shit
In the beginning there was the end.
Long before anything thought about the idea of life there existed a bleak and wintry spirit.
And in its deep and disturbed sleep, it dreamed a dream that would give its existence meaning, and after the dream had reached its end, the spirit awoke and repeated it to itself many times so that it would remember every detail,including the part where the dream gave it a name.
"Death,"the spirit said to itself,slowly letting the sound of it fold a