Salloum - Through The Window lyrics

I hearken life struggles To sharpen my mental muscles Like a rock sitting up atop a mountain With a view of the world below Soaking heat by the sun's glow Comes a miner suddenly drilling holes Exploding rocks Dusting rust off with his brush He pours in black powder Sets a blast off The mountain echoes Blocks blown asunder He grabs the chisel Saws and cuts measures precise in figure Drizzles oint for polish Flourishing and honed Acknowledged as the final accomplishment Rising soon atop a monument Bringing glory unto the city below The formulation of a stone From being undermined to having stature of a throne Wrapped and plastered by delicate mastering Similarly I put my heart into my art Gracing every piece of art that I mark I'm making moves moving through new and improved Like a turnstile, working Turning trifles to perfection Through grit and pluck I climb up from the rough Inflame hearts with love and virtue Pious kings birthed from gutter streets where fiends will murk you Immersed with burdens representing Maslow's hierarchal needs Food, s**, water and sleep with a place to breathe Disconnections from the infinite Breeds rapacious viciousness Greed they conquer with Based off fear of what they lack The cause of happenings for the having and the getting Losing happiness without the giving Creative energies I roll with Create melodic wave drifts to flow swift Early to rise, feeling wealthy and wise Creating life opportunities to fly by Inevitably, I catch luck in the mitt of my glove A Yogi Berra pedigree Under the same sky as greats Who lived and left behind wisdom words before they died Never late to, I hearken unto clues that shed through Different horizons catapulting characters To professions they're disguised in Attaining levels genius through patience and perseverance Inward journey's worth embracing I'm escaping life's spells and mazes stirring strife up By backstabs and uppercuts of heist Lusts will turn you from treating others The same of how you're wishing to be treated To losing respect, causing distress through neglectful reasoning The Golden Rule the most simple and plain When turned complex Creates misery and pains at the price what Not the money and fame The same game to bring stains to your name Feeling afflicted by constrictions set upon by those to weed them out Hoes to dig him inside out Wanting of his seed so they can sprout Unbeknownst blind to the leaves of his tree Subtle destruction's deemed flourishing Hustlers turned prison-mates to being re-birthed again Potentially re-surging as the next Gandhi, Malcolm or Mandela The pain of mind marks the place where hearts dwell in hell Spiritual minerals build interiors imperial Birthing men of great into Generals Through morals built upon Check the notice Take hints of locusts focused on disheveling your focus Not a prophet but a messenger I spit it like a harbinger institute scholar Journaling povert marvels destitute amidst fatigue and sorrows Brought about by horrors Carried out in lands where prostitutes and sharks march at dark With dreams deemed supreme by ultra-rich mega stars With metallic bling and lovely cars Ma**es exasperated by Ferrari's and Mazda's Speeding past them at rates of fathers tagging sons ba*tard Living havoc, caught up in the magic of the fast life Trife s&^ creeping out at night So spit to shed light Spit the s&^ to lift your mind Rhyme sublime with aprime-time shine No need to spliff or cop a dime For the s&^ I give is free From me to you without a fee The more I spread the more blessed I be The more blessed the more I conceive I channel ponders of mind How it rains from my brain to make a track wasn't easy But I trained and what became became a stain To change the game in the name of Elohim