Yagebu Lyrics

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Lighter hold the fire against the pyre

Rekindling the wick, anoint your head brighter

Higher place you was looking, blind to horizontal

I'm blind to you disgruntled, glasses for tomorrow

I broke the promise to not make a promise

Or am I promising that I could never make a promise

Promise you can make it to the Promised Land

It's not my promise but it's one promise I'll promise with a shaken hand

Twenty nine, one-one, O-three, a newborn

Eighteen laps 'round the Star, I'm newborn

Baptised in His water, and the Ghost, newborn

That was forty years after you was, newborn

Check it

Like luggage

Through it, we all rummage

Old memories feel better, when you can't touch it

Old memories feel better, when you just peeping

I don't remember the memories when we were beaming

Cause it cozy when it looking all rosy

But all around me flowers wasting away; none of us bleed

Help me make it make sense, 'cause he still making them cents

And now you clean us with holy, water still on my pants

My liver pugilist with alcohol

Still, I'm all pissed off

Every night you ring up his line, to get your shit off

The cubicle

Crucible of marriage

Ends with funeral

It's kids, love, you, them, that crumbles and then breaks the roof

Listen

We all fall down, and then hit the floor

Nobody calm now, my glass sip some more

Door creaks open that's a dangerous omen

That shit ain't feng shui

We all pay with souls and not tokens

A broken home, choking with my little heart in my throat

Broken heart, 'cause you had your fucking dick in her throat

To think we freed up our sched, you need to clean up your head

And not just clean up your head, start by thinking with your head, talk to us

You need to talk to us

Please come and walk with us

Business trip with a Walkman

But now you need to walk, man

Talk man, her screams grate like chalk man

Stalk man, Stalk man, block it off like caulk man

It's all them, lunar moon Hen, you in your den

Appalling, father help me solve them, we balling and bawling

Eyes Niagara, who knows then

I'm chosen, not by Father, but by you man

The toucan, flies away, but only two can

You chose the bread not the crew, man

But choosing, the only way not lose them

It's foolish, diasporic suffering

Voice muffled in, breaking out, only stumbling

We have to say goodbye, so we can meet again

See the sun don't shine, show your eyelids, there the stars my friend

When you talk man

That's what happens then

Shooting for the stars, not the moon, land on mars, my son

Keep it down to earth, rebirth, like your mama's one

Tell me how it tastes, victory, like your mama's won

Tell me how it feels, intimacy, like your mama's son

I say, I feel golden

I can't tell if it's gaudy or if it's sullen

All of a sudden

These foreigners make home feel like its foreign

Like Florence

Art history our pedigree

Our history it's broken pieces

Still none of y'all can fuck with he

Father he know how to wrestle Jesus