Kalki - Life on the Streets lyrics

I've lived life on the streets So I write strongly & meekly The dawn of my speeches Is a song of the deepest & most honest of secrets Psalms in a sequence Bonding as equals I've been wronged by some people I've also been wrong & deceitful It's all such a gong show of Evil I falter as throngs of glowing demons Nobly seize me & globally redeem their race It seems that Fate had other plans for me Than the life of a gangster My brothers & family Were right and I'm thankful Nights with that shank in my hands Ready to stick it & gank my fam Dead in the thick of it Entangled in a thicket in the branches Of wickedness anthems Desolate kicking it With predicate felons Ahead in my sales But heading for jail Dreading my bail Ready to bail from this sinning But I have the wind in my sails & I'm winning, grinning in Hell My syndicate's frail But we're headed for expansion Thoughts in my head of a mansion & a lofty bed with some tantric goddesses Spread upon it, I'm deading the pawns In my way, I get that I'm wrong & astray But I'm getting it on for today Thoughts in my prayers for Material offerings From layers of toxic densities No akashic propensities Noxious from my enemies' hatred So I'm ready to slay them Steady my aim & ready my claim To the throne in this gangster living I'm at home with this angst that I'm given But the more that I progress The more morbid & godless I become Oddly numb, my thoughts in a slumber I become like 2Pac in the dungeon Unlock the conundrum of evolutionary existence Walk with the hundreds of revolutionary mystics When you're hunting for Truth be very persistent It takes more than a moment A sword that you're honing Against the hordes of the omen There's lords in your dome So I'm carving a dolmen for them Like Omen-Ra, hone your raw sk**s War is an illness I was alone in the morbid wilderness Of my dreamscape So I fiended & gaped At the demons that preyed Upon my demeaning nature I needed to escape but I was trapped Rapping was the only rapture I favoured So my tones attracted sages' spirits With my pages of lyrics Soon I was possessed again Consumed by blessed kin In my chest from within Antony of Egypt was born From the cancerous legions that scorned him Demons with horns that proceeded to war with me I fought quickly, though I was nought but sickly I coughed & spit from toxic spliffs But they cleansed my body & lifted me To godly realms Where my odyssey's tales were crafted From a frail ba*tard To a braille master I felled acid rainforests To craft strangely gorgeous Rafts then ships With masts that lifted To the Heavens Cast & slid them Into the vastness of ink oceans I've been coasting ever since I've met many a tempest But none could boast to ever sink me None could boast to ever sink me