In midst of struggle   

No movement's subtle  

Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal  

Learned men lose gnosis   

Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent   

Attempts discordant   

Irreverent exploits resonate blatant  

At core, every last statement is ancient  

Adjacent actions lack passion  

Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions  

Granted breath, so there's your precious gift  

Your half-assed attempts landed you in ill predicaments   

Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear  

Affected speech and handshakes insincere  

Seen through that fraudulent folklore  

Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched rhymes  

As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric  

Deaf ears fall tuned to static  

Like suicide my whisper is tragic  

Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath.  

                  

You take sword and I'll take mic  

Words spark revolution at man's twilight  

Words granite   

Mic flow erratic  

These lyrics from gutter Bricks  

Lift mist from mind's stagnant  

                  

Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall  

Calm as angel they'd announce heir to bludgeoned throne  

Violent seeds constantly resown  

Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode  

Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth  

Poems honed now retaliate with truth  

I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose  

Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes  

Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called savage  

While they sold postcards of hangings  

Acts of your Forefathers damning  

Got nerve to call darker damaged  

When pale skin brought anguish  

Made every gun that we brandish  

Stole history, culture, music, and all language  

Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all happened  

Mad we ain't dancing???  

Minimal advancement won't make me passive  

Lucid lyricist disciplined like assassin.  

                  

You take sword and I'll take mic  

Words spark revolution at man's twilight  

Words granite   

Mic flow erratic  

These lyrics from gutter Bricks  

Lift mist from mind's stagnant