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dark skies - cyrus malachi lyrics

[verse 1: cyrus malachi]
staring at life through a cracked eye lens
myriads of his fragments inspire my pen
ounces of quotes, high blends
living amongst the dumbfounded and broke, blood*colored skies descend
reminds them, the purest coke will help you buy friends
architects and college, invest
in underworld markets, it was pushed to us in classes
we served work to overcome our hardships
from an early age, i learned this world was hеartless
like “let еm’ burn and push off the cartridge”
to marxists, cold*blooded k!llers parked in dark whips
gang members in hoods spark splits
the pump fused if they lungs confused
drug bundle and ruze hundreds of goons
bread is what will leave you severed like a crescent moon
i watched my generation of rare genetic tools
like master builders of a genocidal trade
karma k!lls us when you bury rivals in the grave
i’ma sick em’ all, grew from the life that’s concrete
a street greeter, who learned to rap with glocks and beef
in a metallic language, over*deciphered but crematory ashes in closed caskets
you’ll find a magnum opus enclosed in my stanzas

[chorus: cyrus malachi]
in these dark days, we parlayed with hard weight
lead the star gate where allah waits
we partake in this harsh race
runnin’ through the states of a harsher heart rate
i saw a fate
in these dark days, we parlayed with hard weight
to lead the star gate where allah waits
we partake in this harsh race
runnin’ through the states of a harsher heart rate
i saw a fate
[verse 2: melanin 9]
crashed on the epic cycle
where’s my flesh and the title
friends circling to rivals, to puttin’ palms in your title
fetch the rifle, mothers caress the bible, six men dressed arise you
crooks came through blizzards, but wait for sh*t when hoods crave for cocaine
as rocks take the bishop, my foot begins to pivot
magnetical metaphors collision, forced to prison, moonlight flashes my blurry optical p*n*s splashes dirty prostitutes
another box to move, box the youth
gave him half the crux to move
used to spin off bottle tops, salute
lost the plot, bully in the block a couple goons and a glock watching
caught him with a sl*t shoppin’, applying karma like a mind saga
starin’ the eyes of guy’s father
another rise of timeless drama
with sick guys who grip knives for armor

- cyrus malachi lyrics

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