Vibrations triple the force to write the doors to the verse/ Open the science, spoken word flowing calm but the fires violently burn/ Whoever notice the silent emotion of the ones who stand your closest/ Men with honour, few tears spill in the act of questionable changes/ Eclipsed and now the energy feels depleted, existing in the smiles of my children/ They grow fast but now there’s no recognition… only questions/ The where’s and whys a knock on the door is simple/ No love lost but a lesson learnt on the gift of responsibility/ Address the craft disciplined using my born styles, no money exchange but for the love/ Turn the table and exploit the favour, poison seeps from the curse of my voice/ The energy plays different, fear not on the night of the turning/ Don’t know what I speak but the voice is still forwarding instruction/ Never possessed, if self-proclaimed the God needs help/ Listen to the rhyme of your peers, the only real truth in their standing figure/ Off scale forever light, the skill is never measured/ Verse over sound, the path is simplistic/ Moon light unbutton the top loosen the tie kick back lost in the vibe/ These days the rum drips more often, faded with a problem/ Nobody is asking the questions, broken circles where the loop needs reconnecting/ No code in this testimony, just honesty… fuck it/ I need to still vacate the home, hung from the branch of love for 2 faces/ My neck broke a long time ago/ Sacrifice is the personal offering, no dolls just your own flesh burning/ Striking the chords instead of plucking the strings… no peace in frustrated actions/ Sensitivity held by the stance of discipline/ Break the glass in the sky and see the sharpe pains fall/ Do you feel it? Sacrifice is the personal offering, no dolls just your own flesh burning/ Fuck it…. Do you feel it? Sacrifice is the personal offering, no dolls just your own flesh burning/ 3 times in the verse to complete the story/ All there is are the places to set light send the message, be the signal/ Accommodated on Earth, brown vessel but who is watching colours?/ If you do then brother from another you blinded/ Ask yo’self who planted the first seed, that grew into a tree, strong arms to hang up black folk with?/ Let’s go back home, the boats here are waiting, scared of the past I guess so cos it’s me only here still sitting here patient/