Text: Dalek. Absence. In Midst Of Struggle.

In midst of struggle
No movement's subtle
Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal
Learned men lose gnosis
Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent
Attempts discordant
Irreverent exploits resonate blatant
At core, every last statement is ancient
Adjacent actions lack passion
Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions
Granted breath, so there's your precious gift
Your half-assed attempts landed you in ill predicaments
Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear
Affected speech and handshakes insincere
Seen through that fraudulent folklore
Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched rhymes
As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric
Deaf ears fall tuned to static
Like suicide my whisper is tragic
Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath.

You take sword and I'll take mic
Words spark revolution at man's twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
Lift mist from mind's stagnant

Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall
Calm as angel they'd announce heir to bludgeoned throne
Violent seeds constantly resown
Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode
Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth
Poems honed now retaliate with truth
I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose
Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes
Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called savage
While they sold postcards of hangings
Acts of your Forefathers damning
Got nerve to call darker damaged
When pale skin brought anguish
Made every gun that we brandish
Stole history, culture, music, and all language
Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all happened
Mad we ain't dancing???
Minimal advancement won't make me passive
Lucid lyricist disciplined like assassin.

You take sword and I'll take mic
Words spark revolution at man's twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
Lift mist from mind's stagnant