Dimitri D. Kwenda - Messenger is Sender lyrics

Messenger is Sender Written by Dimitri D. Kwenda Intro Scarecrow… As pen to pad is word to mic… Dear listener We are – Trending, trending (x2) (Harmonies) Mail order delivery, unseal the envelope (x2) Messenger is sender, sender is… VERSE 1 In the zone of the ideal I appeal to the openness of mind As I seal this piece with a fragility rarely seen in time Climb atop my head and thread loose my insides The pliers that'll heal splinters splitting up my spine To please or to release the trapped opinion The vineyard of maturity is my Elysium A serum I consistently dryly drink from Imitations are a religion of the confidant As I attempt to stand upright in an abrupt fight I succumb to the fright for the human that I might…BE Would you let me to my consumptions of life? To ride the fine tide of your listening inside In the case that I strike blindly upon your pride And drive a wedge between yours and mine… I oft wonder what validates me For as I hear praises I'm sinking into my own obscurity HOOK: I am the writer And the deliverer of messages I put mail in your box, you got to check it I write relevance, credible What's my licence? Poetic! Justice is my premise Messenger is Sender, Sender is Messenger To every listener in tow… (x2) VERSE 2 The grey areas I feel obligated to tamper with But if I get a little too dark I'm greeted in feeling It's a look where I am stuck out of luck with the people Told to tuck little rough fringes, “Now be cool!” If ever you live amongst the crowd as a shadow The things you hear people talk are often swallowed The new movement is to make superstars of us all To minimize the number who talk what they know is true I know I'm not impressing the important ones like this If I'm all talk the applause will ring to my egocentricity Centripetal force is coursing through my surroundings Calling me to think in the mind of ONE being Fit in! Live “your” life and accomplish the relevant That is: The systems are set for the selfish Another member to this cause and the number is in toll To encourage the big mold to slumber in its gold VERSE 3 I encode message and tow the questions I throw suggestion and spawn the essence Of a known ascendance to unknown distance And dethrone in vengeance the stone oppressive If I crawl in sentence from the robe in skinning My own explicit spoken word from within Would talk of freedom be walked in rhythm? In sorts of difference or is insult belligerence? I‘m a messenger of the sender But the sender of the message, so remember If my candor to write and deliver Is more bittersweet in a sour surprise to the listener It's going to frost in your liver Give a frank thought to the anxious Who will stamp naught and tax us For being stand-up sons against what they cover up If anyone would close your eye of perception The lesson I learnt is they're due for a confrontation