Qwel - Wind Instrument lyrics

(Imagine That) I'll be the dirty bridges you don, born with torn knee God warned he loved the red earth, smirked and spawned me I found him in a pawn shop guitar with 4 strings Between rusted trumpets and busted keyboards with worn keys “There's no warranty”, said a man with orange teeth A splintered toothpick, but whispered music in his warm tea I wrapped my tongue around the frets, and hummed the tune of scorched feet Said I'll take the trumpet too, and made his tuning fork weep He said “This trumpet ain't for sale, plus I ain't the store keep I used to play your guitar, now I'm just the floor sweep Now these bones are only sweet tones that old boards creek This flesh crumbles under the rumblin' L like better men before me” “But you, me, your misery… should form a 4-piece” “Who's the other man?”, he said “You'll understand when you're free See these chains ain't really chains, the only anchors you're weak Take them shackles off your ankles son, be thankful you're free” He said, “Well son of course you're dizzy”, busy callin' four three I played it west on North plus way up north on Morse Street I thought well how come he don't play no more, playin' poor me He said, “I do, I just stopped when I heard the door creak” Blow ya horn, the children chose to name ourselves I call myself King Crab, but kinged the claws Qwel CHICAGO, with lost souls & moes singin' all well Lords with vices and shifty eyes that blinked once and saw hell Brothers of selfish struggles, liquor stores and Arabs Baby's dads' hustle for money, gainin' chunkyface scabs It ain't funny; they'll shank your drunken yuppie cake a** Where rockheads don't fall for dummies , cause they love the taste bad My sky's a jail cell ceiling with butane tags A whole town of motherf**ers, just a few claim dad It's tribulation, stationed on this doomed train path A time for patience, I walk Yeshua's truth sake pact Until d**h, my city stay twisted like toothpaste caps And live wicked as brick idols with two face masks Unemployment and Poisoned needles turning blue veins black Role Models hold bottles and bruise-stained bags The same light that Sike puked under like 2 days back Had a tight Kizer cab on it, right, dues paid fat Still my windy prison shines within like Kool-Aid packs The sh**ty brick upon brick to chill the blue flame math With insanes, canes & hats to get your toupee snatched With boxcars & snake eyes the place where Tuesday's crap Will lead to funerals on Friday, but dude ain't mad? It's the insanity that made a man of me in this swamp On Blackhawk where backtalk can get your family stomped Where hammers swinging banshees sing to please the phantoms we fought Who play dead like basehead fantasies & candy fiend thoughts Where cats spittin' typically will leave you mammary soft Where cops k** the cipher guarantee, calamities cross 666 lost on the banana heat tossed In my city, where the law pities the granite street boss To call God green as Cabrini as this planet veers off Don't fool yourself it's war callin' this Sodom sty home Those that conquer shall be saved, come my father my throne We made ourselves kings… The fat & happy Rubber Duckie squeaks It's hell within these dim streets streaked with wind burned curbs The belly of the beast where demons speak in sin slurred words Anguish as deep as language barriers and gifts worth work Where cats scratch for sacks of herb until that cistern burst Where serpents won't wait their turn to stick that intern nurse Where winter hurts if you ain't from here (Imagine that) It's mistletoe town for d**h flirtin' with brim turned herbs Where handshakes and paper worship is what kids learn first It's Lady Liberty's disease plagues with pimp fur shirts Crowned victorious, drown warriors in skin turned Earth Like it's the homicide that makes you modify your path home Where draggin' feet near crack and concrete will get your back broke I promise monsters exists and hiss at crystal gla** souls To shatter martyr flesh the art of d**h, this sh**'s a black hole Where cops stop to give their arm a rest and launder that dough Rockin' Kevlar amour vests, hard enough to cap slow The lung cancer murder capital, puff the excess Dumb deaf & blind, 99% the last math toll accessed Pastor knows stress where madness don't rest The best rappers snap back to back to sh** on a**holes Where misery seems to plateau and dreams are commodities I pray for earthquakes to break this hypnotic monotony Cause the mics will see to justice, all we gotta be is patient We just bought the lock and key, and got repaid with abomination The biggest lies fall between us, let the fat & happy still feast I'm laughin' at me too, still smokin' Phillies The windy city's just the tip of it, the wicked chill streets But those that conquer shall be saved, come my father my peace We made ourselves Kings The fat & happy Rubber Duckie squeaks We made ourselves Kings I got a one sided penny and a one trick pony One is the loneliest number So I'mma flip it I'mma beat this dead horse until it speaks Please leave me alone in my slumber