The Symphony (Intro)

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J. Kalif

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Power or truth, knowledge is nutrient
The seeds I pocket take root, flowers for youth
See tears and sweat is how they grew, hence the sweetness of fruits
So I pray this piece of me, brings peace into you
Bottom dweller that's lifted by wax mixed with feathers
Plotting efforts forgetting I can't predict this weather
You picture sunny days when you grew up in the cellar
Let's hope the curse of Icarus, doesn't ruin endeavors
The goal: disperse the bitterness, so I sew up these letters
To reimburse with tenderness, teach union in sectors
Up to you to ingest, up to me to be professor
Crash course called Earth, detours made by oppressors
So I read the signs like Mohammed out the cave
Kakarot will, slay Djinns with life that God had gave
But at the end of the day, I can't save many fates
No matter the strength obtained, some love of danger too great
So what's my place? to play savior or a savor?
Either fate has stakes I'm prepared to take up
I may not be the change, but inspire to be the fuse
Of the light that helps ignite you, which why that I decide to
Take the pencil, create instruments with the mental
Orchestrated through dentals, implement to your temple
The symphony, simply greatness has been assembled
Bass and Treble will tremble, it's monumental
With the pencil, create instruments with the mental
Orchestrated through dentals, implement to your temple
The symphony, simply greatness will be assembled
Bass and Treble will tremble, it's monumental
Never fabricating, as I deal with reality
The stress is aggravating, and ordeals is a guarantee
A war on the inside, to heal is the strategy
Under dirt or the influence, I'm still peeping casualties
So how to rise above when the rails is an absentee
When the guides are distorted, written by the serpent's ink
Disguise turn important, cause in their mask lies debris
Delusion's the norm when forced into mental poverty
I budget properly
Even a penny for a thought is worth pocketing, my dream's a lottery
Surroundings are concrete, brights days are hardly free
Odds increase by the beat of this Abdur-Rahman seed
Each line is a note of my flaws and deeds
All combined to this measure of this life I lead
This sound aims to soothes the soul, hope this score succeeds
Another log from my laboratory
Take the pencil, create instruments with the mental
Orchestrated through dentals, implement to your temple
The symphony, simply greatness will be assembled
Bass and Treble will tremble, it's monumental
With the pencil, create instruments with the mental
Orchestrated through dentals, implement to your temple
The symphony, simply greatness will be assembled
Bass and Treble will tremble, it's monumental

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