Without Water

CHAPTER ONE

Check the vertical damages

We'll wrap you up in bandages, for real

My heart is made of flesh

My tongue of steel

irradicating the nervous system

spinal cord retraction

head lock

we flowin' rugged and nappy like jamaican dreadlocks

eclectic episodes

these cat's is maulin' on blocks

and i'll have you spinnin' like a dozen of beers crawlin' on rocks

and ya state of self corrodes, it's like i told you before

you can't walk through the profits without livin' the raw

knockin' on doors

sometimes i had to sleep on the floor

with nothin but steady oxygen and spit flows for dinner

we'd be burnin in the summer

freezin in the winter

we'd be rockin' the latest flip flops to avoid the wooden splinters

from the depths of the grimy earth until i reach the heavenly borders

from the depths of the grimy earth like four dogs without water

and yo i peeped it from the get

i saw them coming through peripheral lenses

military action for my defenses

take ya chances with these dogs and this fortified gate

and if you think ya rhymes are phat you better gain some weight.

CHAPTER TWO

sleep in my wounds

crawl through

attend to the hives

the dragons shall elude

slave

speak your foundations

words that guide

dwell within

without water

left of kin

dry

CHAPTER THREE

inflammatory languages serpents from inside

setting

blind with no advantages

the roots evolve into the

wasted

idle talk supposing dead

selfish

cursed is the womb that lies infested

cracked bones inflicted

secreting all the parts of thine

search for purpose weighs

aim the arrows at this heart of mine

dehydrated

left to die

man of earth scheduled to expire

smothered by desires

CHAPTER FOUR

where's my bretheren

i hold

you close to my heart

more precious than gold

friend

i will build you up

drink this breath of mine

jars of clay

without water

quench the blaze

drench

CHAPTER FIVE (A)

Coma's comin through with service and a smile reaction

I told you on beyond reasonable

The first song was faction

at the time the death was comfortable

left to die in a ditch

at the time my breath was combustible

so my scars would stitch

slow bleed, reflections of black gloves on a fist

unleash the hounds if they try to resist.

CHAPTER FIVE (B)

the heart reveals

the man to himself

the sharks shall conceal

the vibrant man from himself

still tempted by the palaces of the earth

symptoms of a devil

stones that cast a shadow

spitting flesh with words

black hole yearning

the flesh still

now burning