Javion Bishop - Spirit Bomb (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Tell me what your story like
Using my words like colors
A dirty brush on a canvas, Shaped like the earth
Demanding answers from the universe
I wish my mind had a safety
I rapid fire my thoughts on blank pages
I can tell you what my story like
I been in bondage for centuries
Tattered spiritually
A softer hand than my own
Reaching from higher than the clouds that hold my secrets
And ripping me through Infinity
And when you tell it
Make sure that you get my story right
A lost boy and a god
The same matter evolved into its purest state
But from the eye untrained in the unseen
I'll bleed when a blade cuts me
The 3rd attempt wasn't charming, I promise
A soft kiss on my cheek, telling me sleep
If I slip in fall in a dream the book of me won't have an ending
My story breathes, my story cries
My story lives, an instruction guide to your real life
All I need is a fuckin pen and a piece of paper to plot on
I been slipped off the rocker, a victim of spin doctrine
It's other pieces of me that feel trapped like we symbiotic
My city need my niggas need me, failure ain't an option
Imma probably die a victim too, enslaved to a dollar
This is human life, adapted on this land I had to borrow
Where tomorrow sure as shit ain't a promise
I see the kids crying
They eyes dry but they hands tell me they story
I seen it, ankle monitors on minors dice games get violent
Nigga my nights ain't silent, I heard them calls to the county
I heard the slang, every step that scuff on my sidewalk
Niggas is hungry
It's pots boiling in the shelter
And niggas is hunting
My schools tattered
All books half burned
They lied to me when I landed on Earth
I cried to it put my tears in the dirt
Hoping I'd grow something bigger you and me
And my children could plant the seeds like spirt bombs
To detonate, and recreate this land in due time
Into a place where we ain't got to survive
I ain't been looking cause I damn near seen it all
My soul scratching in my slumber tryna open my eyes
Like, wake up nigga
My body is weak
Too many battles became defeats
My tongue and my cheek
Who would've knew freedom came wit receipts
I'm relapsing a backwards spiral
My idols would probably hate me
I reek of failure, my sweat is the fuel
The liquid base of my alchemist formulaic
My afro future tomorrow, I'm ready for it
This life I been living on time I borrowed
I feel something, the call to horology
Be the god you seek
This shit I "can't control", in my mind
That's what was taught to me
Honestly, who gone stop me
If I take the time to figure out
What happens if I hold the pen
That writes my story now
What happens if that little voice
That I was drowning out
Was every fucking thing I needed
From the horses mouth
What if I burn as bright as ever
Inside a raging flashing soul fire
And channel that shit into a title
My last writing potentially, 1 of infinite endings
I would rather die a martyr
Than a slave to my human reach

Tell me what your story like
Using my words like colors
A dirty brush on a canvas, Shaped like the earth
Demanding answers from the universe
I wish my mind had a safety
I rapid fire my thoughts on blank pages
I can tell you what my story like
I been in bondage for centuries
Tattered spiritually
A softer hand than my own
Reaching from higher than the clouds that hold my secrets
And ripping me through Infinity
And when you tell it
Make sure that you get my story right
A lost boy and a god
The same matter evolved into its purest state
But from the eye untrained in the unseen
I'll bleed when a blade cuts me
The 3rd attempt wasn't charming, I promise
A soft kiss on my cheek, telling me sleep
If I slip in fall in a dream the book of me won't have an ending
My story breathes, my story cries
My story lives, an instruction guide to your real life
All I need is a fuckin pen and a piece of paper to plot on
I been slipped off the rocker, a victim of spin doctrine
It's other pieces of me that feel trapped like we symbiotic
My city need my niggas need me, failure ain't an option
Imma probably die a victim too, enslaved to a dollar
This is human life, adapted on this land I had to borrow
Where tomorrow sure as shit ain't a promise
I see the kids crying
They eyes dry but they hands tell me they story
I seen it, ankle monitors on minors dice games get violent
Nigga my nights ain't silent, I heard them calls to the county
I heard the slang, every step that scuff on my sidewalk
Niggas is hungry
It's pots boiling in the shelter
And niggas is hunting
My schools tattered
All books half burned
They lied to me when I landed on Earth
I cried to it put my tears in the dirt
Hoping I'd grow something bigger you and me
And my children could plant the seeds like spirt bombs
To detonate, and recreate this land in due time
Into a place where we ain't got to survive
I ain't been looking cause I damn near seen it all
My soul scratching in my slumber tryna open my eyes
Like, wake up nigga
My body is weak
Too many battles became defeats
My tongue and my cheek
Who would've knew freedom came wit receipts
I'm relapsing a backwards spiral
My idols would probably hate me
I reek of failure, my sweat is the fuel
The liquid base of my alchemist formulaic
My afro future tomorrow, I'm ready for it
This life I been living on time I borrowed
I feel something, the call to horology
Be the god you seek
This shit I "can't control", in my mind
That's what was taught to me
Honestly, who gone stop me
If I take the time to figure out
What happens if I hold the pen
That writes my story now
What happens if that little voice
That I was drowning out
Was every fucking thing I needed
From the horses mouth
What if I burn as bright as ever
Inside a raging flashing soul fire
And channel that shit into a title
My last writing potentially, 1 of infinite endings
I would rather die a martyr
Than a slave to my human reach