If your personal code of ethics was flawed, what would you do? Life, love, and liberty, but you only had two. A mixture of philosophies soothes the sinner in you but it's fodder for the all the fire; the flames become blue. Aren't you seeking things wrong just to make truth, true? A suicidal tendency never becomes new. A ruler sits in shambles, a king with his own rule & a prisoner to freedom, the sovereign becomes you. You can't even see what's happening with the times. I'll stay reciting lines like everything is fine. Space of the outer kind I'm tryna get mine. Space of the outer kind, I'm tryna shine. Won't a riot fill the quiet with poison and hate minds? A Caesar for the masses with mobs to cut ties? Space of the outer kind, I'm trying to get blind. Space of the outer kind, I really want to reflect on life, have it balanced in love, liberties liberation coming down from above. I've said that I'm in the business of fighting war. Come to discover my whole families down with the corps. To the core, flex the evidence in my justice. I could save your whole existence and still you wouldn't trust this. Didn't you see truth in all of your wrongs? Blue flames turn white, bath a sinner in song. The fodder now is consciousness, the consciousness is long, strong. If your personal code of ethics was flawed, what would you do?
released January 12, 2016
Produced by brandon*