Hieroglyphics

Hook:
I lost myself and I can’t find my way on back
The brightest colors all seem to look like black, nowww
Scattered as my back,grounddd

Verse:
Humble, ego for self so high you sky dive off it/
Turn bank account numbers from norm to JP Morgan/
All aboard, the aerial pursuit to the honest departs shortly/
Leave that baggage with wack rappin with those who can’t hold me/
Had a scientist offer me a trillion dollars to clone me/
Said “chill homie, we both very well know that you’d owe me
For a lifeline of an immortal, multiplied by 5 times”
Said I was too short to ride those rides & can’t tippie toe at the height sign/
Now I gotta bend my knees to try to touch your skyline
My joints like, sweet chin music to make them heads knock
Tryna walk over me? There goes a Figure 4 leg lock/
Rhymes like MLK, JFK: all head shots/
My life, looking like Regal’s premieres, lying should be illegal/
Riches I look forward to and the false is all see through/
Travel the world as the plane moves its pivot/
SOUL SO ANCIENT IT’S DESCRIBED THROUGH PICTURES, HIEROGLYPHICS, kill it/
Verbal assault, silver bullet through an artery/
And if the cops catch my name, I’ll tell em “pardon me
I felt that that man in his mind had plans of harming me”
Self-survival, arrival of the ghoul stabbing through artistry/
Painless- voice has a life of its own, faceless/
Fingers with pricked blood for notion so I can paint with/
Hanging by cemeteries, BIG’s grave is my table to
Write a bunch of rhymes to make ghost writers start paying you/
Challenging the gone…Zombie with a Psalm/
World too small to hold it steady in palms/
Making every night Christmas day, Home like a getaway/
Honor roll student while substitutes test away/
Reaching for tomorrow while I back kick yesterday/
Put my name on escalators, pocket on an elevator/
Lets, pour some champagne while it spills off the sides/
Most expensive rides ‘cause we had the most drive/
Cupid shot me in the back, I shot him in the throat/
He filled my life with love, I filled his vocals with hope/
Billy the Kid, the left handed gun for any on the opposite/
Black ski masks make music killers anonymous/
The belly of the beast digesting this beat, gobbling/
Most wanna taste success, I working to eat a lot of it/
(Strings on backs too lean for you to see through)
(Shaking hands at my reflection, Damn it sucks to meet you) x2
Damn

Hook:
I lost myself and I can’t find my way on back
The brightest colors all seem to look like black, now
Splattered as my back, grounddd
The moon never looked so pure
Her eyes never looked so sure
But I was wrong, Oh
Yeah I was wrong, Oh
Please watch your tone
The Friday Night Ghoul’s taking “The Longer Way Home”

Poem:
The nights don’t soothe me like they used, if they ever did
Wind whispers secrets to the lifeless
Some priests don’t know who Christ is-
Build Fortune 500’s off of family with no hope to spare but in a church

Marijuana scents for neighborhoods too gory to try to smile in…
Time moves too still to be productive
Yet, too fast to try to think
Friends sing that, fat lady melody as quick as the phone rings
To bear the bad news to his overly-panicking mother
Clothes scrambled, by sense of self
Invisible—cloaked by skin tones passed down by the ancients
And an accent and voice too strong to hide/
Tides turn in these neighborhoods of
Devil’s chessboards with no Kings/
We don’t see the stars from where we sit

Drugs wars like lullabies
To siblings itching to sleep
It’s like
An urban whirlpool of the 7 Deadly Sins drowning out our voices
Life is like a job, our mothers set up our appointment
To try and be better than them

Death Row since 4th grade
I know they want me gone
It angers them that heroin in my veins don’t make me calm
Judge me
The thing is: on this particular night you will lose
I’ll cloak myself as the enemy to get to the enemy
48 Laws of Power mixed in with Ganja and Sour
Friday Night Ghoul with eyes to the exists
Mind couldn’t be written

Won’t scare them with a gun, I’ll strike fear with success
The stars are coming out tonight
For your very own Friday Night Ghoul…
….Watch Your Back