Solitude - Emay, Hollow Pigeons

The same view Lenin imagined

Pen to the canvas, solitude

I ain’t even in that state with the same name

It’s like the legend of Kansas

I’m really in misery

Envision dim symmetry

The balance that I seek is due to the imbalance that I keep

Hidden in, the day breaks with me and

That is why I sleep

When the sun rises my demise is, awake

Funeral, all black everything

But black’s beautiful

So maybe that death was breath

And the darkness is really what consumes that cubicle

Mundanity defeats one’s sanity, but the beats, are like a crack in the window

when it creaks

'Cause it takes me to a peak

So peep

I ain’t tryna be a sheep, no Bo-Peep

So when life slow blows try to slow-mo creep I don’t load fo-fo's I do

Four for Jeep like

The same view Lenin imagined

Pen to the canvas, solitude

The same view Lenin imagined

Pen to the canvas, solitude

My mother doesn’t believe in me

Wondering why I, can’t just conform and live a life of decency

Never A+ student only decent C’s

Only bitterness and

Tears never peek and see

And comparing me to peers, so none of these bars bare happiness

Stop preparing me to Cheers, I’m weary and I barely

Need a beer

Going in and out of jobs like odd ones

I’m disengaged, far from merry

My altar faltered when I couldn’t alter and sacrifice, maybe I’ll be

Frowning in an after life

If so, so be it

I’m hoping this party don’t get corrupted, so Soviet

But most don’t see it, see his, cause evidence

Smiles

Disappear so it’s imminent

Eminence, I don’t really seek anymore

Super Mario N64 infinite staircase

My main aims to my right side

Flamethrower to my left side

At the moment runnin in the middle so maybe I’ll quit rapping when it

penetrates the left eye

But I’m a keep pushing til I get by

That’s the train of thought, how I train the thots

No peace but I’m tryna obtain a plot

To build something worth dying for

Time flies might die in four

Do I mean minutes or hours

The clock swings are impenetrable

The same view Lenin imagined

Pen to the canvas, solitude

The same view Lenin imagined

Pen to the canvas, solitude

Can’t beat it

Too much chaos is why I jack mics and why I rap nice

A white world, black dice

Knees already sore I ain’t

Tryna ask Christ

Every step is the last flight

Oceanic, 815 but I don’t even panic

Let the plane split

Maybe I’ll gain more courage but the same wit

Assuming I don’t die in the process

Transforming «I can"s out of «not-yet"s

But not yet

I made cowardice

The shell of a snail is hard but powerless

Never more slow, sloth-like

So I had to lean left to talk right

And I used to hate politics, until I seen how the stroke of a pen contains

dominance

So I’m tellin them be honest because you ain’t beyond this

This song is, armed with, sounds of the place I seek