optimus when i rhyme
fuck a prime like the fallen speech
all sparks when i grind, tank tread for feet
trampaling samsons cause they caving in
power cut off, pussy conquering men like his demons from within
falling angels used to make for such
twisting you heart over such and what
if if was a fif we'd be pouring libations
celebrating revelations cause heaven would come to us
we'd be children of who demonstrating true creation
what we doing?
at war with self
squeezing the life outta love when it comes to help
fresh to death is an understatement
instead of gold we want platinum pavement
cause heaven aint enough just to earn such
if those around can't discern us
from the bum on the corner who the butt of jokes
burden of the beast, scapegoats in yokes
niggas scared cause they catch reflections
off a halo
death always makes for contemplation
but when the flesh calls out
passion blisters
and when god calls home he gon deal with cha
at least that's what he promised
if you don't think he honest, that's something
our down fall is everything more than nothing
and the wanting.
question what you wanting.
a carpenter's cup, or an adorned fountain.
