lirik lagu damien marcus & prolific - the old & the new
verse one: prolific
this is my society
the artists and the violent
the quiet and the arrogant
the pretty and the nihilists
money and the poverty
fire and the fallacy
tradition and the cannabis…
celebrity and fantasy
catalysts and mockery
satirists and strategy
fatalists and satanists
the gullible and ministries…
promises and reality
products and the customers
hustle and the challenges
the stars and the average
pain and the benefits
freedom and the enemy
in light of these
this is my mentality;
joy and immortality
beauty and the vanity
genes and the family
fun and the memories
moving on from tragedy…
to utopian eternity
flexible reality
karma and causality
vision and the clarity
pinnacle society
patience in/& the homie pro
cos that’s just who i am
what matters is the plan
give it all i can
rather i’m the man
you can see it in my face
rather i’m the man
who’s just unafraid of fate
rather i’m the man
who’s defined by my purpose
rather i’m the man…
to whom much is given
i will be tested
cos that’s the only way
i can savour glory
when i taste it
cos that’s a given
there’s no escaping…
there’s no escaping…
enter damien marcus
yo, before i go over this i’ll let you know, all is war
peace and war, to and fro, big and small, yes and no
seasons come and seasons go
but old or new, we are from forever like the nature’s law
i feel like an old soul, like i’ve existed before (i been here before man…)
i’m pr-ne to ancient songs
i’m the early man, the zinjanthrop
sometimes i sneak in synagogues
i love the story of a man known for taking
food from children’s mouth and toss it to the dogs
time is an illusion and religion is a hoax
there’s nothing in the box
you wanna know ‘bout mermaids ask the dolphins or the crocs
not the hustler on the block
they question where i’m from, strange how i talk
wonder if i’m zimbabwean
i tell them whether malawian, zambian or mozambiquan
we derive from the same ancient stock (we the same folks man…)
borders are an illusion, creation of foreign intrusion
colonial confusion preserved by victims of colonialism (haha)
reason behind the persistence of poverty is schism
all we want is our freedom
freedom is when you can define your own existence
when you are able to point out your problems and you solve them
health, knowledge of self and wealth that you can enjoy
some people’s riches are their burden, yet some their fortress
their turbulent times are stress less, their happy days are endless
and some were not poor although they seemed to be
they just lacked sometimes so that they would know what it means to not have…
written by p. dondo & t. gwini
produced by t. gwini
©crazy brilliance records
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