[while on the path, Disipia recalls the loss of his infant daughter, and takes a moment to offer up a loving prayer up to her memory.]
[rest in peace, Sage Kasyan, 11/19/16]
lost souls, they tend to float in the past / they tend to wander like the wind from a sail, or from a flag, hung at half mast / half past forever and a day, and whatever they say, we'll always be tethered together in a way / every other day i'm cast out to sea / Disipia all but thrown overboard, lord, why must it be me / imploding underneath the undertow, about to throw the towel / your breath is filling up my lungs, i'm towed ashore somehow / pray for a glorious payday, when this insistent mayday misery is just the dust of distant history / you're rubber to my glue so when it sticks to me / the million little pieces that i miss in me, leave me feeling differently /
if you can call it feeling at all, i seem tall as a tower / till made small by the crashing meteor shower / you're feeding me now, nourishment returns through the umbilical / can't raise you, but you can raise me with a little miracle / you arrived without so much as a sound / delivered joy to my heart, like a ray of light partin’ the clouds / you're departed somehow, but still a part of me now / finished what you started, mission accomplished, the final bow / within the physical realm, garden of earthly delights / you arrived on the wind, till angel wings took flight / i'll book passage soon enough, then i can finally behold you / whisper all the sentiments i meant to say, but never told you /
body is a temple, feels like mine's demolished i bet / we connect in dreams, the only form of solace i get / i never have much to say, figure you’ve heard the whole story / words never serve a purpose when in purgatory / not you but me, i'm out of place, yet carry the load / extraterrestrial, no home in your celestial abode / at least for now, i'll bide my time, lingering within limbo / amid those, who hold flames alight for their kinfolk / you appear as a small orb before be, which i swallow / down the hollows of my being, now you you lead & i’ll follow / we share eternity, face to face some day we'll get to be / till then my little dove, just know i love you and i set you free.
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016