Blaise - Rising From The Ashes

[sral]

I was getting high by myself before I got attacked in stealth by six shells,
blood boiled from flipped cells, leaking as I fell thinking about my wealth.
Wishing it would help, but it didn’t, eyes closing hearing feet on the path,
defeated by wrath, I was showered with bullets and left in a blood bath.
Checks cashed, it was almost over, then I realized two points at the time,
had to try, so I contracted a guillotine and signed across the dotted line.
I parted lives, saw myself as I had been in the past, young and senseless,
and watched how I always used to get a round like a shooter’s apprentice.
Didn’t see an end to it, I was taught by the street, an excellent student,
never prudent, giving eyes more black circles than the Panther Movement.
Anger ruled it, my life was it’s slave, and I never questioned the answers,
it was cancer, couldn’t stop me from flying keys like Benjamin Franklin.
Reminiscent of gelatin, nig’s thought they were hard when I flashed freeze,
half were casualties, the other half are in jail, bent and squeezing cheeks.
I was needing a release, but in the streets everybody was starting trouble,
so I wasn’t subtle when I riddled them with holes and took apart the puzzle.
Embarked the struggle, at the beginning, two lives becoming an amalgam,
I was public housing, just a complex wreck too compact like a double album.
Faith? A bubble found it, encapsulated dreams and floated, never doubted…
thin hopes abounding, trying to be a Meatier Man like Robert Townsend.
Took the accountant, got some sense and realized the two points were horns,
through turning anointment to scorn, the imp made real all that I abhorred.
I called for the Lord, life and death were opposite roads, I was on the median,
didn’t know that evil just wanted to get under my scalp like old Indians.
Pain was killing it, from feet to dome, never should’ve walked the streets alone,
didn’t go home, so now the Devil’s fire wants to light my skin like a redbone.
Feeling overthrown, had to fight myself, I was twice the animals slave,
tried to go with the flow on the ship of my emotions but they didn’t Noah way.
So today from a broken grave, I let the Liquid Flame go, stopped seeking heat.
cause through the demon’s defeat I’m able to speak through the Phoenix’s beak.

[sral]

@Listen this was Liquid Flame