Ignite the fire.
We must ignite the fire at night, gracefully, watch the fire of love burn, granted without a struggle we watch it burn, not embracing it we watch it burn, don't forget the past watch and learn, instead of watching it burn, the fire of love we watch it burn.
Computer generated skills, I'm combustible, things that come through, they come true, so I struck a heartfelt match on all whack Nairobi mc'z, who cant burn free style the true way of life, the normal basics, that’s my concern, wondering if you gat skills of just flow with the radio steez.
So i got lost in my own world, kind of hibernate from this cruel reality world that maybe when I come back I'll be welcomed with hip hop on the radio to bless my withered soul, all I got was increased street brawls brothers all up against each other, some front like black coffee and cigarettes gonna kill the sun, now i see clearly...my race is gonna get me first, i walk with straight thoughts never suicidal, there is too much to see in this city full of poetry and fresh life to live.Each step i take elevates my mentals each day I breath, i fill up my inner temple like a shaolin monk as I create policies for my seeds to come;
one with words, one like word, one by one, got my first hip hop beats through my mum's heart beat, then the sneer became louder with the gynecologist clutter with knives, incisions on my queen at birth..first sign of the worlds cruelty; heard the loud heartfelt cry from my mother, still confused not knowing if they were tears of joy or a painful dismay of her son's life to be, maybe a prayer to God to take care of me, the unknown safety through life's huddles and stray bullets;
From juvenile carnage to a poetic mind manhood, with a brain to preach, from my tormented thoughts to reach tormented souls, it's not pretense that this dark knight walks the streets at night looking for love the word with a billion meanings, now the lost sun swings vocal boomerangs too advanced for Kenyan musical cords, spitting words not for awards, but for futuristic acknowledgement see my metaphors cutting through the sky like sun rays, i could add a beat to make the gods applaud, give it a song and what not as the sweet symphony leaves you spell bound like them sisters from charmed... word
