Tell-a-Vision

Spoken Word / Hip-Hop lyrics

They rob your vision 'til you become a calculable prediction

And you don’t listen, so you suffer from your own perdition

Lost in someone you thought yourself to be -

Only to find you limited yourself to the branch of the tree

(Unknowingly confined existentially)

Language in its two-mold limiting you from expressing your thoughts freely 

What's your voice worth when it sings another's anthem?

Your life floats by - A spirit turned an empty phantom

What's taught is never told
What's representative never upholds

And what's never nurtured withers frail and diseases cold

Hell out of Heaven is a construction of the mind

And wisdom of the present is the destruction of time

The sad glory of man is not what we believe we understand

The sad glory of man is understanding how we understand
Beyond what we can - Consciousness
Is standing on the isthmus between God and Man

My flow has never been about my lyric,

It’s always been the stream of passion that harbors my spirit

Author's Note

Structured to work with particular instrumental in mind.