Paroles de Interlude 03 (Freestyle)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, here we go What if everything was at the wrong time? Lying, the wrong space, and songs rhyme To meter out the distance back to the stream With kings and queens and every hiccup in between Was dreams and all the blood and death would mean something With another eye open and fists raised Just a greeting or phrase A meeting of retired militants, the war-torn regions Only known for killing only beautiful black Sit in the pyramids, me and Imhotep are homies Sense of loneliness the price of paying for a new beginning I got a pocket full of stars, flying up to Mars You inhibit a world where hue is not a death sentence So drop the message, already open for suggestion, whatever Get at me, my brothers, my sisters, get at me Where are you?