a.k.a.
Rainmaker #2
back in the time when there wasn't nothin' but the beat
before shootin' dice, sippin' forties in the street, space
was the final frontier yet to be known. but fear of the black
ness still kept enlightened ones at home. first cracks of rain
and thunder give new birth. wide, and wet, and cold for earth
bound friends. it all depends on if they love it. inhabit the sky
instead of reachin' up above it. redefine the nursery rhyme
s instead of cursing the young minds, there may be enuff time
to strengthen the frail spines, turn those candles into star
s, whose light exceeds the speed and density of mars. the fire
consumed turned mountains into craters by the light of the moon.
master plan of the creator with a little voodoo, call it the blue
s, sad raggy tunes, nothin' to loose, dispossessed from earth
from the very beginning, burnin' trees, smokin' lucys in the sky
since the mortal sinning, they told me a i could be a star
one day link john lennon, or maybe john wayne, just beat
the pain and keep a smile on my face, and keep enough space
between me and the boss's daughter. baby reflectin' the black
ring of the bath water. so now i'm out in to the cold ass rain,
ain't never begged for change, we bust caps in the moon
light, hustlin' thangs, seem like i can never do right. fire
in the trash but no heat. my fingers are stiff and blue
from livin' on the street. but still i conduct the rhyme
circles on the ave, and hope i live a long enuff time
to take the haves and the have nots, and shorten the space
between, and maybe add a little bit of hope into the black
dreams. awakening the magic people, shines and blinds, fire
ry lines, have a good time, secrets of the brown earth
planted deep in the spine, infinite like a strip of the sky,
immediate like a blink of the eye, givin' dap to a star
on the rise, when he stumble folks is lowerin' eyes, beat
in' on him like a pimp on a corner with a 70's rhyme
all balls but no mind, he think he stay true, but the blue
suede pair of his wing tip shoes will keep him strollin' in time.
got his hones lined up on call, plus his cash flow is rain
in' like seattle in fall. dilated shine like the new moon
shit i had been thru, not new to me but usually the sky
above my head's brighter than sonic boom, a star
ry night that sparkles light from that eternal blue
hopin' you see it too. hollerin' at the wide cold space
keep me shiverin', but my tongue's deliverin' birthrights on black
nights but nobody is listenin', now i see how fast a fire
blast can steal your glistenin'. one day the whole wide earth
gon' know my pain, i'm like a world series game seven called for rain
aint climactic life but no shame, slappin' fives with father tme
cause he never complains. just maintains his cycle like the moon
goin' thru changes, we about the strangest, sharing one heart beat
but streets is gettin' dangerous. make 'em believe that their rhyme
is your rhyme. step in to your own time. greet the morning star
everywhere you are. fires in you, their rain can never consume.
only the bluest eye can penetrate the light of your moon. spirits black
er than deep space nine, we beat the old school minds who never cared.
the earth is our turf so let 'em stare. only the sky above us do we share.
before shootin' dice, sippin' forties in the street, space
was the final frontier yet to be known. but fear of the black
ness still kept enlightened ones at home. first cracks of rain
and thunder give new birth. wide, and wet, and cold for earth
bound friends. it all depends on if they love it. inhabit the sky
instead of reachin' up above it. redefine the nursery rhyme
s instead of cursing the young minds, there may be enuff time
to strengthen the frail spines, turn those candles into star
s, whose light exceeds the speed and density of mars. the fire
consumed turned mountains into craters by the light of the moon.
master plan of the creator with a little voodoo, call it the blue
s, sad raggy tunes, nothin' to loose, dispossessed from earth
from the very beginning, burnin' trees, smokin' lucys in the sky
since the mortal sinning, they told me a i could be a star
one day link john lennon, or maybe john wayne, just beat
the pain and keep a smile on my face, and keep enough space
between me and the boss's daughter. baby reflectin' the black
ring of the bath water. so now i'm out in to the cold ass rain,
ain't never begged for change, we bust caps in the moon
light, hustlin' thangs, seem like i can never do right. fire
in the trash but no heat. my fingers are stiff and blue
from livin' on the street. but still i conduct the rhyme
circles on the ave, and hope i live a long enuff time
to take the haves and the have nots, and shorten the space
between, and maybe add a little bit of hope into the black
dreams. awakening the magic people, shines and blinds, fire
ry lines, have a good time, secrets of the brown earth
planted deep in the spine, infinite like a strip of the sky,
immediate like a blink of the eye, givin' dap to a star
on the rise, when he stumble folks is lowerin' eyes, beat
in' on him like a pimp on a corner with a 70's rhyme
all balls but no mind, he think he stay true, but the blue
suede pair of his wing tip shoes will keep him strollin' in time.
got his hones lined up on call, plus his cash flow is rain
in' like seattle in fall. dilated shine like the new moon
shit i had been thru, not new to me but usually the sky
above my head's brighter than sonic boom, a star
ry night that sparkles light from that eternal blue
hopin' you see it too. hollerin' at the wide cold space
keep me shiverin', but my tongue's deliverin' birthrights on black
nights but nobody is listenin', now i see how fast a fire
blast can steal your glistenin'. one day the whole wide earth
gon' know my pain, i'm like a world series game seven called for rain
aint climactic life but no shame, slappin' fives with father tme
cause he never complains. just maintains his cycle like the moon
goin' thru changes, we about the strangest, sharing one heart beat
but streets is gettin' dangerous. make 'em believe that their rhyme
is your rhyme. step in to your own time. greet the morning star
everywhere you are. fires in you, their rain can never consume.
only the bluest eye can penetrate the light of your moon. spirits black
er than deep space nine, we beat the old school minds who never cared.
the earth is our turf so let 'em stare. only the sky above us do we share.
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