GULF OF JILI, A SEA OF BLOOD. Video (MV)

My grannny concerned
Cause she close to death hoping that my family hold
When she go her lowest depths
Moments of despair when you riding near enteral rest
I shifted gear, fear of uncertain fate is exhausting stress

Live upon the day walkers, common say talkers where decay launders
Dreams to fly but often does the plane falter
Crying at the alter feel my mothers pain plague my aura glow
My bros was foes draped in skins of cobra robes

Depictions jotted on oracle bone enamel
I fake the joy of living but found a home in a sample
My Past wasn't pretty my future be looking scary too
I barely knew, if I could pursue with baggage but carried through

Lot of my guys ain't die from no natural causes
To see the shift of ages so peace to my angels fallen
If we keep going backwards then how could we pay it forward?
In these streets they attack us, with liquor, drugs and informants

I
Honor the Shinto, pride in my kendo, admire my kinfolk
Dispose those vibing low like crescendo
I bestow, Hindu Sanskrit on my hand sheet
I bend the bandwidth with the sharpest darts when this man speaks