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chorus 1

One soul ripped apart to a million pieces
spreaded over time and all the four seasons
try to solve the puzzle just to keep breathing
lighting up a fire first step in succeeding


Hip hop is dead but my thoughts are not
Did not shed one tear as i stopped
at the tombstone
the full moon shone
feeling the heat
i was fucking amazed
i know well enough
there's no sun in a grave
so it must've been the temperature of something self made
a flame rekindled by my own inner slave
freed from the chains
but not released from its cage
intensifying fire
the heat didn't fade
got out of control ended burning up the cage
one of the martyrs
that's what he became
getting all of the others
turning up in rage
revolting destroying insulting and growing
in numbers and size
now my body realized the trouble's inside
scared to death like the faintest threat
of a terrorist attack
days i've slept
at this grave i'm at
unable to move cause the slaves just kept
building up the fire to this great climax
till i felt powerless and my mind collapsed
entered a coma for years on end
where i found myself talking bout my tears to friends
relaxed and calm, a cheerful blend
leaving all behind in a state of pure zen
surrounded by a shaman with a cure for the dead
when i was so sure to be left with plenty of care
like Hunter S. Thompson, i could strike sparks anywhere

the weather was bleek at the graveyard
i was approached in my sleep by a straydog
a beautiful big brown new foundlander
found me in this manner
it's body touched the ground sound like a loud hammer
sat down beside me as a guardian statue
tried to wake me up from the state i got attached to
sort of close of remaining comatose
when suddenly my braincells strangely overdosed
on my feet i rose
soul empty cold
the dog turned to stone
fire died down the slaves finished bashing
left my body completly filled with ashes
exactly the same as hip hop's casket

chorus 2

two souls from different parts of the same region
connected by coincidence or a million reasons
cremate my thoughts before they get mastered
in the form of ashes i'll find new answers


from Compositive Thoughts, released May 15, 2010


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