We came from graves buried like seeds
In fates we change soul to wealth and deposits
Empty my arm, I wanna feel alive
Scarred too bad we even wound to cry
At night
Jostle with prayers on muted lips
Cryptic, the currencies
We use axes to peel the axis
And still no mortgaging heaven
Haemorrhaging all our problems
On these page, deprive defeat with something like faith
Wet thumbs caressing elements of consents
Scraps for medals, we not too broken
Ain't no death, when rebirth is in our pockets?
Nature's forces when we rivet
Pens to the journals
Dry voices on the record
Cracked clay before wet foliage
Expose our deaths to the open skies
Hinge the bolts of surviving these modern days
And still we daughter our lovers
And mother unknown fathers
Like stolen phones in a city of unlocked servers
Snaking through bellies, the nausea is venomous
Tokens fall, power lines drop
Cure no body if the mind never blossoms
Give no heaven for anyone avoiding they faults
Then the midget seeds grow enormous
Seen beauty through pool puddles of blastoma
Swimming pools with drowning death under the Elastoplast
We are the last of first
How can there be more, the drifts minimise to lesser
I've got temperaments of coded aggressor
Hold the villain where the story tethers
On these tropics we trope abstract genres
See hell full of fathers
Welcome to the apophenia
Too much woods in the wire, seesaws we puzzle the lumberjacks
And fuck surgery and all those ugly cataracts
Or death designed in footnotes of laws of contract
(bind you in the name of Ye-is-ass)
Two years going 4,
Prognostics with the keys, my metaphors are still gross
We afraid to look soul in the eye
Or judge the Pen by the way the judge's hammer cries
It's hip hop,
Nuh, it's lofi, levitating so the world can dresstop
I'm a fraud
Like toxic frog menu for the snakes to catch
Too much pain between a woman's heaven to call love
So we yell gazers of stars, close cut
And step into the world, with beats in the heart
Who are we?
We is atoms peeling life out of graphite, raw
We is walls that couldn't catch the slide, fall
We are born losers
Philosophers with every kiss we give the boozer
Africa deployed to

- Omondi Ochuka