[scratches, sample from Honest Expression by Binary Star, scratches]



[One.Be.Lo:] {"Your torch keep me burning"}

{"Hip-hop" - Senim Silla"}

{"The torch, torch" - One.Be.Lo}

{[scratches] "Hip-hop, herald of life" - Senim Silla"}

[One.Be.Lo:] {"Torch keep me burning" [scratches]

"Your torch keep me burning, my world"}



[Intro]

Somebody asked me what my inspiration was when I write rhymes

You know what I'm saying, I mean it ain't no one specific thing

But this is what I told him

I was telling him about the time I was laying in my room, you know

Trying to meditate

I got all the lights off, I'm sitting here with my matches, you know what I'm saying

I lit a candle, closed all the doors, the windows, cut the lights off

And I'm meditating, you know, I'm looking at this candle, and this flame

I'm fascinated 'cause the flame was just dancing, you know

It's dancing, got a mind of its own, you know, and

This flame controlled everything in the room, you know

It was like, the darkness paid attention to it, you know what I'm saying

It's like, I wanna be that light

That's my inspiration

Your thoughts are the flame of a candle, flickering in the wind

Beads of sweat, like melting wax, rolling down the side of your face as you meditate

What are you thinking?

See you are the candlestick

Oh how you shine

Rebellious to darkness

Let there be light

Your very existence brings life to the shadows that dance on the walls in my mind

Creatures with no faces, no expressions, no colours, no emotions, wait

Dimensioning, no mind of their own

These are slaves of mimic

See they mimic you

And they are your slaves for as long as you shine

Tears of sorrow, signs of grief, threaten your very existence

Let your thoughts remain calm

And you will shine forever

Candlesticks [echoes]



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[One.Be.Lo]

The situation is this, sitting the days of time

In this world full of darkness and crime

I'm trying to shine, like torches

Help from divine sources

Cats wanna act live, but mentally they like corpses

If I could, I'd resurrect all the dead

Place a tantalum on their heads

No more political divisions, we all live

By one universal law, the Ten Commandments

Now peep the damage

And understand as it's time for repair

But first, feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare

Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare

Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare