[MENES the Pharaoh]

TIMES CHANGE SUN...
GREY SKIES TO GREAT ONES
EMBRACE THE CLOUDZ CAUSE THEY NEVER REALLY FAKE YO
YOU COULD TELL WHATS HAPPENING, UNDERNEATH... NO ONE KNOWS WHATS REALLY HAPPENIN
ITS A CRAZY PLACE, IM LOVE LORN OF A HELL SPAWN. LUST RAINED THAT NIGHT AND NOW MY DAYS COME
I SHAKE UHH.. DISPERSING ALL THE PATHOGENS, SMALL DROPS FEIGNT WITH SOME OXYGEN

A STORM GATHERZ, A FORM OF MATTER, THE BODY OF LIFE IN WHICH IS USE TO WRITE ALL MY DATA
SCRIBED, SO IT DISSAPEARS WHEN IT DRIES, BUT CAN ALWAYS BE SEEEEN WITH TRAINED EYES
WHEN MY TEARS FALL IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING DISCOENT
WHAT IT IS, MY INTENT, TO SHOW YOU HOW WATER IN MY MIND IS SPENT
FROM ALL THE FLOODS, THATS RUNNIN IN MY HEAD, BUT ITS REALLY JUST THE DEPTHS
IN WHICH WE FUCKIN DISRESPECT, I CANT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS
IM BOARDERLINE, ON THE EDGE OF A DROUGHT, BUT YO WATERS OF LIFE I COULD DO WITHOUT
DROWN ME NOW OR HEAR ME OUT


GREY SKIEZ, AND WE BREW EM IN A CAULDREN
OUR WITCHES CHANT AS THEY BORN OUR CHILDREN
ACROSS THE SANDS OF TIME, HOW YOU LIVIN!
I WONDER, BUT KNOW I NEVER BE FORGIVEN

CONTIMPLATED...
FOR MY MENTAL STATE, ACCOMIDATED
AND THE BASEMENT, SOLID FOUNDATION
NO CRACKS IN THE PAVEMENT, OR LACK IN OUR SEDIMENT
ALL SENTIMENT, WHEN I SAID IT I MEANT IT KID
WE HEAR TO REIGHN, 40 NIGHTZ N 40 DAYZ
STROLLING THROUGH THE LAKES OF OUR TRECHEROUS WAYZ
SIRENS SING SUBTLE, SUBLIMINAL PUDDLEZ
WHILE IM DODGING MIRACLES N HEAD STRAIGHT TOWARDZ TROUBLE
MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THE WINDZ ALITTLE MORE,
AND MAYBE YOU SHOULD VISIT THE CENTER OF YOUR CORE
THE MOMENTS CAN BE PEACEFUL, YES, EVEN IN A STORM
BUT MOST OF ALL THESE MOMENTS SHOULD FEEL VERY CALM
WHATS FUNNY IS IM ANXIOUS, WALKING UP EMBANKMENTS
N' THE EYE OF WAR, THE RAIN IS A GODSEND,
THOSE GREY SKIES, HAVE ALWAYZ BEEN MY FRIEND
AND WHEN I'VE LOOKED UP TO THEM, ALWAYS CRIED BACK


WALKED ACROSS OASIS
MY STATE WAS FACELESS
MY STEPSSS.. TRACELESS
MY END? NEARING..
MY FRIEND? MOURNING.
THE DAWN? COMING
THE HEAT, UNBEARING.
THE TIME, UNCARING
SO... WHAT WAS I SPOSED TO DO...
PRAY FOR THE GREY SKIES
AND DEMISE OF TRUTH
FOR WHAT WE KNOW TO BE TRUE
IS AS CLEAR AS THE BLUE... LIQUID THAT I SEEK
AS THE CLOUDS START TO BREW..

PATTERNS ACROSS STRANDS OF MATTER
BEGIN TO PARTAKE IN THIS PORTRAIT OF MY MADNESS
WATER STARTS TO POUR FROM A SKY BOUND OF ASHES
AND FALLS TO THE GROUND IMPACTING WITH GREAT SPLASHES
SO MUCH THAT I CAN DIG A HOLE AND ITS MAXIN
SO MUCH THO, 100 WATER MATRESS
THAT REMINDES ME, I'D LIKE TO GOTO SLEEP
IM NOT THIRSTY ANYMORE, OR FEELING VERY WEAK
JUST SOMEWHAT TIRED, NO LONGER PERSPIRE
THATS A GOOD SIGN THO RIGHT? OH WELL STRAIGHTZ IS DIRE
SO I TAKE A REST, FOR THE REST OF MY PEOPLE
THE ONLY ONE WHO MADE, NO I JUST DIE PEACEFUL




WHATS REALLY REAL? YOU OR ME?
WHATS REALLY REAL, I CANT SEE...
IM BLINDED BY... WHAT I MIGHT DEFINE...
AS THE TRUE NATURE OF US

KID I AINT KIDDIN, MOMS I AINT LEAVIN
IM JUS GOIN FOR A SHORT STAY AT THE PRECINT
YEAH I HAD TO PUNCH SOME BITCH IN HER FACE
BUT I DIDNT DO IT THO, NOT AS BAD AS I BEAT THE CASE
LORD HAVE MERCY! ATLEAST ON ME...
YOU WOULDA MET THIS TRICK, YOU WOULDA DONE THE SAME
I'M TELLIN YOU, I WOULD HONOR YOU
MAKE A TOTEM POLL OUT YA BONES THEY ALL LOOK AT YOU.
THATS WHAT YOU WANT, ISNT IT? THE MIND BEND LIKE TIME SPENT IN
A PRISON BID, THE SYSTEMS SYSTEM DIGESTING TIME SPENT WITHOUT WALLS OF RELFECTION

IN A BAD SPOT! WONDERING HUH,
CAN I MAKE IT OUT OF THIS PLAAACE
LOOK TO MY COMPETETORS FAACEEE
AND I DIDNT.... SEE A TRACE
OF WHATS REALLY REAL. RUGGED RAW STEEL.
THROUGH THE PARADOX PIERCING ARMOR TO SHIELDZ
CREST TO CHEST, VEST TO THE FLESH, MINE TO YOURS
THUS DEFINE MY SWORDZ..

THE GREY SKIES, IN A WICKER BASKET CASKET
COLD CACKALIN IN THE BACK IM LOUNGIN
LOOKING LIKE A VILLAIN, LIVIN ON A MOUNTAIN