Mike Storey - Cry of the Banshee (feat. Darien Fields)

My thoughts... loud, but I can't speak... cry of the Banshee
Fairy of Death, screams so loud, that I can't sleep
Eternal rest, of flesh, Death, is comin for me
And when it snatches my body, my spirit sets free
Free, to resume flight... free, to consume light
Diplomatic Immunity, from the dark nights
Every one of us dies, but that's just how it goes
When Death comes, that's just something we cannot control
Die, from a car crash... die, from a gun blast
Blade, inside of ya chest, Die, from a knife stab
People stressin over methods that Death, can give
It doesn't matter how ya die, it matters how ya live
Live, for your brother man... live, for the other man
Live, to produce, fruits, of truth, for the Motherland
People think of ya life, more than they do ya Death
Death is never a part of the legacy ya left
Life is littered wit bitter turns, and sharp twists
And Death, comes for us all, so do remember this
When the wailin is loud, and you cannot sleep
It possibly could be the cry, of the Banshee

We can't control... how or when we... die
We've got to hold on... to the essence of this life
I can hear the Banshee crying... But my soul just keeps on flying... away

The furious furies... comin thru collectin impurities
Death comes to test, all our inner securities
Whether fortitude is weak... or strong in the fight
The light of the day, succombs, to the darkness of night
Inevitable is the coming of the mystical reaper
The hood of the creeper... whisperin the chants of the teachers
Speakin thru shadows... wallowing in taverns and gallows
They keep they eyes on me, I keep my eye on the sparrow
Flight of the Eagle... wingspan, grand as a Phoenix
Dying in flames, but rising with a brand new name
I'm feelin no pain... positive visions are now my emphasis
Black Butterfly in the sky... shedded my chrysalis
It started with a Banshee, wailin and screamin
For death of the flesh... Now my ancestors I'm seein
Seein is believin when you seein things in the spirit
The Banshee is quiet... cuz I'm in the realm of the highest

We can't control... how or when we... we die
We've got to hold on... to the essence of this life
I can hear the Banshee crying... But my soul just keeps on flying... away

Death... life... You know... a lot of us spend so much time worrying about death
When we're g'on die... how we're g'on die... that we forget to just focus on life
When you think about a loved one that's passed away...
You may think about how they died every once in Awhile...
But more often... you think about how they lived
The way they made you feel
The good memories you have of them
So I say all that to say... just live... just live life... Peace

Written by:
Michael Storey Jr

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