Jordan Butler - The Craft lyrics

Work your craft Sculptors of sound, Create your Graph Text writ to formulate scripts on the pages I tag Is part of art The lines ride rhythm when I space them apart Samples start, I navigate them like stars, and smash the night Shattered fragments rain like showers of comets against the sky line Reflecting light, beacons of bright, providing insight Moments of calm, instinctively blind I let the beat lead the way and then it guides me to write I move my hand Trace pa**ion leaving parts of my soul Footsteps on the road I walk to destiny's hold Changeless forms are ever changing, I just roll with the flow And let it go Relax control, I feel at one with the peace Express relief Bitter sweet, why I leak to the beat I seek escape from my nightmares that never cease As demons creep, pens weep and Hip-Hop rocks them to sleep My science fleets constructing math while piecing patterns, adding bricks to the path While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night, my pen, she weeps While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night, my pen, she weeps She weeps I bring the rains Harsh features through expressions of pain Decayed remains, after time like cracked throw ups on trains They fade away I travel tracks as night gives way to the day Across the planet by the shadows urban's working its trade The pulse race Supplying sound through the city's lit veins Generate base While it sleeps, sprayers paint up it's face The spoken word's complimented when its structured in ways Just close your eyes and drift with haze while the beautiful loops play Programmed Genetically made up to master word plans Applying craft with mind and my hands I draw up diagrams Sketch schemes Composing pictures moving art where its seen I float through airwaves riding bars as I dream Reflections cast, paged verses match my image on gla** Grow seeds in diaphragms, from embryo's, synopsis's hatch The vibes I catch, trip triggers and it's rhymes I dispatch With deepest substance, feel I'm cursed, the reason being, cause I carry the Craft While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night my pen, she weeps While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night my pen, she weeps She weeps Whats Love? Infatuated, feelings to much and you loose touch Become absorbed with the urge and the rush I flow alone, as oceans cold pour in from rivers that gush Voices whisper in the depths I relentlessly forbade them to hush I'm restless My tendencies render me jealously in fluxed impulses of lust Hyper intensity In every nerve of me, deservedly, I'm lacking in trust Echos haunt me to the core of my soul, disturb the dust My banks burst And I'm exposed for every fiber I'm worth Resurrection projected and I give lyrical birth A locker of hurt Kept safe for tiny worlds I've crushed In grains of sand, that stretch for deserts cried the sea's that I've swam and came back Even stronger from the brink of the black Calculate position, I'm strategic with tact Weave Craft When resources are tapped, I'm held trapped In a cycle always pulling me back The unknown When beats drop and then I ride out alone Kept at bay til keys play, tapping notes on my bones When I'm enticed I slip away and dip back into night As cold as Fahrenheit Frozen, I'm suspended, Cast the Craft when I write