Themselves - Long Time Coming lyrics

If only I could make it To a place where forsaken's Not a maiden or mat idee (When isn't it enough) Ready to play the host where I dine On my lines of life in which my eyes percieve (Then let your jaws show) I be happy supplied the world with food for thought Mission a national fee But now I have risen from that dream Faced up blatant with the statements I envision in the scenes Robbers of the raw And the innocent's defeat Province of the poor, underprivileged and the weak (Weak) Seek only what brings acceptance As the tidings in my findings (Or get eat) Cease Now hear me sing If resting where you find me Understand my offering Takes my last breaths on the altar, spare me please No one here, solitude's the conclude In the city of the written My reflection sees me through It's a pity, didn't listen now they s** in sour mood Presumed to walk another tune Puckered all the poets motionless Though they moving down the path Where pigs are roasting A feast for the fable coming from the frau Speak it cause I seen it In the natural cause of conflict Where blinders got me Reaching for the chainsaw Freedom from the feint's fall Crumble but was stood tall So see it's not a paper chase I know that paper flakes beside a fires blaze My bridge is on another plane buried By the bush underneath the lily cactus Unearthed with every practice Only like minds can catch it Not many at my heels but any if they will I move on em pa**ioned If it's she who you after I ain't a blast from the past I'm what's smashing in the future Hold back nothing Long time coming How they gonna show me to the gallows? Like they could do the dent of my d**h Know my throw and resolve by the steps Why I oughta truth you all cold Hard like attacked hearts fold Under the very mud that they pump You trapped sold or semi-precious lump... Left to slack and shrivel In the thump of chests against beds... Wall against heads Like a fist on a thread This ain't gonna work Or is it When dregeddeded from the darkest inches Of what your pit did, You'd writ with an isn't Where your oughta shoulda wroughta Less selfish of shells coulda daughtered but welled Deadbent and sttempting to only heart it in hell Hey yo L, what did the star say to the black when it fell: Hold back nothing long time coming...