Baba Brinkman - Solar Eclipse lyrics

Thunderous beats shake the ground underneath Hundreds of feet that jump and leap and thump drunkenly Beneath the trunks of people who've all come to see Someone unbelievable, with a tongue to speak With two lungs to breathe and a mind composed To rhyme blindfolded on high vinyl ropes And drive winding roads disinclined to doze I won't let my eyes close ‘til it's my time to go As I find the signposts to keep me oriented To keep me soaring into the morning with no resentment To give me more incentive to get my stories printed Ignoring poor intentions until this party's ended I'm sorry if you're offended; just count to ten And then bounce around when the record sound spins I'm out to move mountains with a fountain pen And then step down proudly in the crowd and grin I've been around the bend, and I'm trying to make it back To the only place I have where I'm still safe at last As I trace my path through this race of rats All I taste is ashtrays, waste and trash Every paycheque cashed represents my survival I go from wet to dry as I flow; I'm inter-tidal My style has been stifled by my most intense rival Who resides in my throat and prevents my arrival At the end of this wide road, this Möbius strip It's got me frozen stiff, lonely and sick Until the moment I lift this microphone to my lips Then every poem is a glimpse of a solar eclipse As cold as the polar tips before greenhouse gases I bring out raps at extremely loud bashes ‘Cause I've seen how fast people stream out of cla**es Where senile ba*tards read from out the cla**ics My dreams outlast it; I stay in position But my name is a prison and my goals remain distant I'm unable to make decisions between fame and wisdom So my aim is missin' and I just blame the system I b**h and complain, fixin' to quit payin' my dues It's a game I choose to play, and it's okay if I lose Say if I do, take two, another day in my shoes Makin' moves, breakin' through; I'm not afraid if I bruise I create flavours and moods with wide brush strokes And use subtle notes to describe crushed hopes When knives cut throats, lives blood soaked Eyes shut closed, I just float by such gross Types of close-up descriptive images And flip minute to minute ‘cause the script is limitless Depictions of women and kids gripped in grimaces Diminish in a mist as the fiction finishes Pictures of innocence begin to evaporate I've been too fascinated with tragic fates To graduate, and I tend to exaggerate In fact, let me navigate back to my happy place Where friends congratulate and there's pleasure and pain Sunny weather and rain, milk and honey, leisure and strain Where the earth forever remains but it's never the same It just gets better with age like the veterans claim As I sever the chains at the end of my noose And let energies loose to get my enemy's goose Go ahead, send in the troops; just remember the truth Everything loops back to the centre's replenishing juice