Killed Alive

Here are excerpt's from my favorite lyrical genius pilAto. when ever i am in need of a creative boost i just listen to him

KILLED ALIVE

Religion breastfeeds us with fear

Stopping us to see clear.

It’s true the gods know why suffer

I guess they too scream kaffir,

Our deaths give birth to our graves

 From birth to the tombs as slaves.

We are kids from broken homes,

Fruits of our mothers’ barren wombs

Our tears stand still on our swollen faces

While our history rings with a distressed echo

We pace back and forth in the forsaken circle

Preachers manipulate our imaginations with chapters and verses

Blinding us with promises of riches and places.

They say Noah the drunkard cursed our semen,

 So only have we a right to say amen.

Dead we are, 

THE DARK SIDE OF THE NIGHT 

We keep searching and looking

International flights we keep booking,

The highs and the lows

Still frozen in our colonial laws.

our abandoned tribes scream our names

but we are too shy to look back there.

Birthed from a dark past we are

History, our mother is her.

We vomit on the graves of our ancestors

to crawl under the wallet of our investors.

Our prophets trade prophecies with suits and ties

And our saints are lost in the tastes of wines and pies.

Here the night has fallen,

The frogs are calling

The stars keep falling.

Burning candles freeze and darkness burn so bright.

Dressed in darkness, our culture gasps

Like a dying dream.

Our prayers fly with arrogant ambitions,

Overshadowing our own identity…

We fail to tell our shadows from ourselves

Because much of us is in our shelves.

Source :  http://www.pilatomusic.blogspot.com