Son Silva - Bastion

Could it be we're reflecting the seasons changing
By and large, you've sunken me deep
How dangerous
I'mma roll before I leave
See, I'm cultured
These days ain't been the same since
The eves got
I am the blade and the wound
I am the victim and executioner
I am the piston punching through
I am the ghost between the real
The "wonder-why-the-kin-feel-this-way"
The Rubik's Cube confusing blocks for bins
The message maimed and efforts that remain
The spectacle of violence in the frame
I am the kief at the tip
The edge that you release when life is all a myth
Scarlet letters sent to kill a king
Quantum jump and the phantom pain
And the sonic youth dreaming in the day
Vacant is the crown before the haze
They won't define us, nah
Dip, slide
On my way
Breakneck speeds with a big smile on my face
How unfortunate you missed the point again
We ain't folding hands, nah
Simply bold with bags, uh
Gimme all of that now
Peace, pleasure, all of that now
Seas, leisure, all of that now
Leaves measured, all of that now
Fam, gimme all of that
Gimme all of that
You say you ain't met your match yet
Meet me by the old Bastion
Crazy how the new world fashioned
Maybe there's truth in practise
Fading from view like "who needs a fact check"
Who need their back set
Suffered on setbacks, I can't forget that
Big man inna big suit moving uncouth and backwards
Don't blame me if I set pace, standard
Ay B, this food for thought, no inaction
No average joe could make fear a factor
Still keep my guard up like prophylactic
Should I retract it?
Would it leave us clashing or
Could it be we're reflecting the seasons changing
By and large, you've sunken me deep
How dangerous
I'mma roll before I leave
See, I'm cultured
These days ain't been the same since
The eves got quiet
Dip, slide
On my way
Breakneck speeds with a big smile on my face
How unfortunate you missed the point again
We ain't folding hands, nah
Simply bold with bags, uh
Gimme all of that now
Peace, pleasure, all of that now
Seas, leisure, all of that now
Leaves measured, all of that now
Fam, gimme all of that
You say you ain't met your match yet
Meet me by the old Bastion
Crazy how the new world fashioned
You say you ain't met your match yet
Meet me by the old Bastion
Crazy how the new world fashioned, fashioned
Fashioned, fashioned
Seasons changing

Written by:
Jeffrey Silva Pereira

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