Bmore to New York (Featuring Ill Conscious)

from The Antithesis by SC Static & Funky RecordZ

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lyrics

(Chorus)
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Through a dark back alley still battlin’ stress
Armed with nothin’ but a rep, no protection or vest
Just my mental in the flesh as I entered the depths
Questioned reality immersed within a dream
Lost my individuality to merge with the supreme
I’m just a voice on the song that records
All the stories that I’ve saw from Bmore to New York

(Verse 1)
I remember living in the Bronx at Fordham where school is
I was able to relate to locals more than the students
From Hip Hop’s influence I’m aware of the system
On a mission to limit this unnecessary division
Hatred limits our conviction to dream
Racism exists everywhere at different extremes
Depending on the misdirection our oppressors give
All men are born unbiased before they turn prejudice
Or learn prejudice from predisposed negligence
Territorial wars to each is own premises
Possessiveness of the material for income
Or maybe I’m looking for meaning where there is none
Tryna solve this mystery, devote to a strategy
But can’t force an epitome or moment of clarity
Greed takes numbers as the peace strays from us
And good men die as the leaves change colors

(Chorus)
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Through a dark back alley still battlin’ stress
Armed with nothin’ but a rep, no protection or vest
Just my mental in the flesh as I entered the depths
Questioned reality immersed within a dream
Lost my individuality to merge with the supreme
I’m just a voice on the song that records
All the stories that I’ve saw from Bmore to New York

(Verse 2)
Yo I’ve learned their beliefs then I wrote my own
Cause politicians represent me that I don’t condone
No, I’ve gained wisdom as I listened to wisemen
With ancient knowledge passed from indigenous tribesmen
From the position that I’m in I’m cordial and observant
Searching for my soul’s purpose as the Lord’s servant
I thank you for this beat, I thank you for this weed
And most importantly the opportunity to be free
Degree from college decent job and some wealth
I’ve had but its nothing compared to having knowledge of self
Our ways of living are too brutal to continue it
Technologically advanced and humanly illiterate
Frustrated, self-hated cause I’m white
But hoping to be differentiated for what I write
And someway try to change our way of life
And one day we can admit the natives had it right

(Chorus)
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Through a dark back alley still battlin’ stress
Armed with nothin’ but a rep, no protection or vest
Just my mental in the flesh as I entered the depths
Questioned reality immersed within a dream
Lost my individuality to merge with the supreme
I’m just a voice on the song that records
All the stories that I’ve saw from Bmore to New York

(Ill Conscious Verse 3)
This a warning of days of ending, tricked us with historical plagiarism
These false gods depicting the story of paganism
They making tradition out of us raising children
And I reside a couple miles south of the Reagan district
Baltimore, Murderland be the home of
Shit’s as dope up out a coke
In the city your jewelry gone when the tooly is drawn
This is holy communion in the nucleus of the storm
Prove that I’m wrong, avoiding the terrace selling this paraphernalia
Taking lateral trips to South American dwellers
No comparing the legend, my Sumerians
Rollin’ with derelicts my conglomerate’s Arian feathers
So bury the treasure, absent without the mind is preposterous
These rhymes’ll open your mind just like a nuerologist
I be reflecting the hardest while connecting my targets
From the Statue of Liberty to the Lexington Market

(Chorus)
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Through a dark back alley still battlin’ stress
Armed with nothin’ but a rep, no protection or vest
Just my mental in the flesh as I entered the depths
Questioned reality immersed within a dream
Lost my individuality to merge with the supreme
I’m just a voice on the song that records
All the stories that I’ve saw from Bmore to New York