Verse One [Omondi Ochuka]
Dirty Settlement
Life
Life is a dusty settlement
Deep
Deep inside the mug of black coffee
We spit African consciousness
MC Spook
Ochuka
As I honor the pictures hanging on the wall for the last time
I can hear grave belts adjust
Expose the alphabets to a height of pure pain
You can hear orgasms bury their bloods
Throw the milkweed seeds into the walking winds
Past on a negative view as fragile memories bleed
And the boats swing dead bodies across the river of life
Frame by frame the universe is making rooms to
Hold the black-hole when gravities palpitate at night
When the belly drowns inside the shadows of d**h
Needles stabbing in-and-out of materials of faith
They say that the glory of the morning speaks fluently
As birds requiem pelvic collections of pure languages
Cartridges offload the seven-folds to unlock the martyrs
Between orbit pairs of rusty scissors wound in plasters
The villain metaphors
We reap the grimiest grave diggers
Look into the eyes of my pen, you'll find testimonies
Of god embodied in crafted atheist stickers
Immediate nostalgia
Love d**h and the changing seasons
Holy water dried on mortuary taps when the serpents
Left half of their melodies abandoned
Nightingales still sing as prophets fund-raise their bones to bridge
The voids between Testaments
This is the evening Hymn, the sun is fallen and molten
Infant blood rejuvenates criminal archives, imagine the offence
Grief and inherent pain
We compose beyond cults and movements
Till kingdoms come, we are illiterate to esoteric excavations
Firewalls for pure edge of the hymen
|Interlude|
God moulds no stone heavier than his hold
What do you think is the weight of the eclipse
When the pen-umbra forgives the leakage on the shadows
MC Spook, are we still in earth or some place near unrevealed bridges
Footsteps notice the voice on infected faith
You are written by the fist columns
Studied by the roads, by all means life is a metaphor
Verse Two[Mc Spook]
Okay
Earth ni stolen angle
Nakuja na frozen poetry
Hizi ndio new songs mnafaa ku-dance upon
Bible haijawahikuwa my weapon
I am not a guess
I'm the sun of the universe
Sailing kwa darkseas
Buried truth inside this black thesis
Is a birth of new age
How do I measure the value of my lifespan
To prevent the birth of Satan through method ya contraceptive
These are the last chapters of revolution
Ideal genesis of us
Na-shield time na celestial spear
Nime-search a thousand galaxies
Hizi thoughts zimekuwa frozen for centuries
Earth imefungwa na flash ya kamba za amniotic cords
I'm the kin of the moon
Nime-meet na plague of ages
God has left churches to reside in me
Surrounded na dark clouds
Transcend my life kwa calligraphy
Niki-wrap mwili wangu na chromatic syllables
I hear visions that built lost tablets
Tume-hang matrix
Kwa certificate ya thoughts
Ni time tu-write our CV tupeleke morgue for jobs
Nime-meet dark
Na mind tap penye nime-come from
We are the theory of self
The subconscious of self