[realizing his adventure is at an end, Disipia leaves this newfound domain, returning to his previous world with an air of resignation and acceptance. everybody has to reckon with their own life's burden, and sometimes resolution can be found dangling at the end of a rope...]
i stepped through the doorway / like i'd step into a fan when the shit hits and feel the manure spray / this new life was rough, probably due to my old ways / a wise man said all that glitters is gold-plate / my own fate sealed from the moment my soul wakes / one trick pony runnin’ after that old bait / the dangled carrot tied to a stick has gone rotten / Father Time hiccups his ticks, but stopped tockin’ / lives are never saved, they're prolonged, maybe at best / i'm here a short while, a short smile, then lay me to rest / a wise man once said "man can hardly survive / long enough to see, nobody gets out of this life alive / within these walls, along the halls, a million picture perfect moments / the human mind likes to shed divine light on it / and only when the past can be cast under the bright lights own it / capture the rapture and clone it
memories framed along the corridors adorn / still bored of it all, yawn, i saw it all before / the same old long song, but drawn out longer / each and every time i try to sing along, it rings wronger / through the wringer i go, as time's seemin' to fly / every second is a lethal weapon, bleedin’ me dry / every room, another chapter of my life contained / not meaning physical, it's difficult to try and explain /
everybody that i loved in the past, i ran past that / now back in the past via passed-away flashback / acid-washed memories, stones through glass houses / stained-glass, the pain passed, with prismatic loudness / whispers in a riot, tempest tossed on the inside / inner child heart-cave, where withered old men hide / and whether or not, you're clever you'll get got / and on the end, you can depend, try to forget it or not
i made peace with the truth, and manufactured a truce / made a pact with the man in black who fractured my youth / the grim reaper, as matter of fact, when his blade swings / you're guaranteed a close shave, with no safe haven / save for heaven, home of the 7 7 7 / return to the well spring, this hell thing's severed / my bretheren, angelic the choir on high beckoning / my presence is required in essence at my reckoning /
the hour had arrived to return what joe borrowed / i ascended up the spiral staircase with no sorrow / at the top of the stairs, i floated up the tree's hollow / no foul & no loss, a life's cost is tomorrow / my soul eased back into a body left danglin’ / on the morning i decided i would leave the world hangin’ / my soul eased back into a body left danglin’ / on the morning i decided i would leave the world hangin’...
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
