THE SON'S RAISE
The son’s raise
Konfab solo
verse1:
born innocent not ignorant don't get it twisted infants
still live in the tense of the essence with fresh remembrance
of the fifth element till they listen to their elders' and next of kin's lessons in gibberish the discipline to jettison
the strength of their convictions and sense of self to fit in
with the rest of this existence's citizens infidels businessmen ambitious ascension on heaven's pendulum balance selfishness practice devilish hell lows and well wishing etiquettes in tandem
hook1:
age blinds the third eye learn from a child's undeterred mind undefined undetermined unhurt there but not heard uninitiated
until he's taken to the stake to get circumcised
verse2:
since the time you hit age six you've been trying to rise to the apex
of the matrix by grade matric your mind's totally blind to the basics qualified to shape shift after secondary learning second degree burning your mentals till third eye vision very blurry blank and hardened
for skinny pants to give the bank his hard earned
faith in tomorrow so little he considers it a saving to borrow
way to preoccupied to savour this point in time
when life's far too short to draw the line
hook2:
age blinds the third eye learn from a child's
undeterred mind undefined undetermined
the very first crime of mankind is he isn't
in life survival of the fittest is served minding your business till urn
verse3:
another day of this dying life i'm fucking drained form 95
i wanna run away but what if i arrive
at the destination on the other side on a sunday no fun and games to find it twice as mundane and realise that life was one way survival is vital the highest price to pay for longer days
the sons raise zap faraway attack all in range
causing hate which oscillates beyond the final recital
time kills and growing up is going downhill until
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hook3:
age blinds the third eye learn from a child's undeterred mind undefined undetermined
never undermine the worth of a virgin's first time raise the son rise birth is when persons start dying
verse4:
the only onus on us was to progress to grown ups
no less it's hopeless don't know where we lost focus
the folks said to take a firm stance before learning to dance but as fate expands the maybes fade into could've beens during the wait we grew impatient and became hooligans
what will it take for us to make good again? looking at
the stakes i'd say it's safe to save my neck as some do praying or say voetsek i'm not through playing