God's Storm
Stuck fightin’ in rough lightin’
Fuck tryin’, I’m done hidin’
All that’s left is thinkin’ quick, no subsidin’
Move like lightnin’ while strikin’
I’m above but grounded
Be frightened
My roll and rumble are well rounded
Crumble the walls surroundin’
I make the black clouds mad loud and highlight the background brightly
Cold cause I don’t stop the rain’s gain and pace reigns
Gotta be sick when I spit quick phlegm talkin’ shit bricks at glass houses
Where the grass grows and those last know who’s laugh shows the nice prose and gems
Then the time slows and the mass blows to ash, left behind a radio
Active glow of prices unknown, blue and red light specials incite theft
Mice in mazes, I hold treats before their faces, they don’t speak but they’re reactive and nameless
Small disgraces just shriek in anger, they can’t face it, they’ve lost all the races
The rabbit and the turtle ran the laps and the hurdles
Meanwhile, these rabid rodents madden frozen, they’re minds have chosen inactive goals
But as the storm closes in and the static begins the surge from within they’re all shocked
Wishin’ they could turn back the clock, but time speeds, seeds planted
And these trees feel green and granted as the rain feeds helpin’ maintain the state
Clouds come over the mountain, the winds growin’ profoundly
The mice frownin’ and prayin’ to the rat god hopin’ that he’s not gone
But he blew if fuckin’ brains out
Tired of the same bouts and gettin’ blamed ‘bout things they brought themselves
Attachin’ his name ‘cause they don’t want the blame, ‘cause they all feel ashamed
But when the storm clears and they don’t fear, they break the mirrors and do it again
It never ends