Salloum - Ooh la La Lah

I speak solutions for ills and bless the less blessed
I train brains and speak knowledge in a positive direction to not fall prey to the system
Salloum on the mic

The Truth as the one to begotten
I'm stone-stepping over sticks, throne-threatening at the rich
And wealthy prone to strip us to the bone without a stitch
In seek of proof, from caged in, to walking out a cave, to stepping on a stage
I rhyme flows in favors various of the flavors pumping hatred
Depicted by the brave, chosen of the bravest to embrace it
Craving suitable ways until my flesh is sinking in the grave
Rest-assured my averted clarity was left ablurred
Disturbed disparities allured surges of my spoken words
In search to find co-existing minds retracing bliss with
Signs of conscious linen rapped poetically in rhyme
Soul-searching for a find whole-refined had me left with this
Jotting rhymes in lines off of a mind worth a mil or more to sign
Fed to bass-bump beats, pumping trunks with the treats I was feeding to the streets

I'm sifting for a fix, sparking minds breeding wisdom in spoken-word visions
Enhancing brother-mother-father-son sibling issues
Misusing righteous path religions preyed upon in scapegoat missions
Like the birth of freedom would ever help to stop the bleeding
Birthed in reasons unreasoned for me to believe in left me second-guessing
Suggestions for protection, in guard against oppression, fought for prevention
Seen as fiction through selected redemption
How could it be much misery was breeding from the Land of the Free
A dream to coincide with thoughts swirling in my mind
Of a world set aside from the lives living lies, to keep them blind
Had me aiming prime-time, rain or shine, I'd climb in reign even if I wasn't signed
My time of prime came - monetary gains with the fame
Led me quick to change lanes, work against the grain

With aims to train brains in ways to pave afar away from pain
What had me left with this could have been that, caught in matters of fact
Harsh realities regarding prides lost for turning backs for cash stacks
So en route I meshed together noted demands to last forever
With stronghold messages alike that of leather, even stronger than kevlar
Never one to bow for blows deeply felt but untold
A feel for 'makings of a legend' in hands manipulating for a fold
Achieved status for the folding of a messaged goal, puppets troll
Fuck that type shit is whack, kick back does the mack after laying tracks

Written by:
Suleiman Aloul

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