Ascendin to the day/where I enter an old age
Where prophets are long gone/not buried in no grave
But killed by Rogaine/and money with no pain
So what was it all for?/what did we all gain?
The prayers are unheard/we struggle in such pain
A tribe of lost boys/devils we insane
Walking talking anachronist/activist against names
And walls and big goofs/still screaming "that's so gay"
In 2013/where dreams can breed fiends
But cream soon as they seeing/they gettin the small things
Generation of apathetic/Lazarus motherfuckers
Still inclined to slap a vet/if he rep the wrong colours
The glory you seem to get/by blindin the Big Brother
But you find you age faster/than Daniel Lebern Glover
Individual missions are a/fiction breeding a friction
Enemy omnipresent/as the Nile within my diction
My flow it can burn rubber/like Betty can botch butter
But better if it was bitter/like bastards to past lovers
Harass til the last stutter/is passed like past mutters
But mass can be a task/if you preach to the wrong brother
You able to stand pain/without the Novacain
A terror to all the tyrants/a shepherd to all the lame
Or so they're so called/because they soak rain
Instead of umbrellas/they're in for the whole game
The latest from visionary rapper Akai Solo boasts production from Earl Sweatshirt & Roper Williams, complementing insightful rhymes. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 31, 2023