Talk to the Invisible Hand - Khalid Hanifi

Hey Invisible friend Do you think it's a mistake to think of you like I do? Hey you writing pal This song is as pathetic as the way that I look up your pictures Hey blue eyes Are you staring at me behind that screen? Hey you cynical smile Are you doing it, are you doing it just to make me mad? Hey my friend of thoughts You see I'm not quite sure if this is hello or goodbye Goodbye Hey my secret love Are you lying when you say you see me in your dreams? Hey you older child You see I'm so scared of your silences Hey sweet face Will you make me wait another year or two? Hey my friend of thoughts You see I'm as scared of it being hello or goodbye So goodbye

It all comes and goes in waves Everything looks the same The cornfields, the cows, the flies, the coughing The musky air that fills our rows and permeates Even through the ash infested vents from the fires Eating away at the barks of trees like this moment Eating away at the last dose of happiness lingering on the dust of our bones The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets I clenched my body and pretended I was an embryo in my mother's womb It was the only source of warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep But now, I see the sheep out the window on green pastures I hope they have water I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated as one And jumping over these low wire fences to freedom I wonder how far I could make it without a human catching me Taming me, bringing me back to their living painting A life to look at as they wash the dishes Smeared with my mother's milk that they stole from me It's raining, finally And the van is slowly drifting into the other lane Eddie is driving Everyone else is asleep, sometimes coming up for air Their heads poking up like groundhogs Before sinking back into their holes But it's not all dark and grim There are moments of hope They come to me when it's quiet They come to me when everyone is synched in their levels of happy Which doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's nice I wonder if we'll look back and think that these miles of cornfields These anguished breaths, these forced smiles These moments that were gone, the momentary calms And the thousands of little bugs pressed against our windshield Were all worth it I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to be There's a hollow thought that takes control of me Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up

We return from the depths of the badland With a gun and a knife and a waistband Went to war with the devil and Sheitan He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan So high now, hoping that I land On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand On the radio, heard 'em playing hijack Government be in debt while they cook crack I move in a world of conspiracies Obey no rules, I'm doing me Smoke kush, transport to the airport Customs found a joint and my passport Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for Goddamn it, it's a motherfucking miracle Small bribe, made it back into America Hit Uber and manoeuvred out the area Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier Rap terrorist, terrorize, teared up Brought gas and the matches to flare it up Militant Michael might go psycho On any ally or rival Born black, that's dead on arrival My job is to fight for survival In spite of all of these all lives matter-ass white folk This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood But this is a fight against principalities And evildoers and unclean spirits (RTJ3 motherfuckers) Rain man didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud, so I could not style on you I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper? When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone, and I'll have a file on you Huh, what? Me worry? Nah buddy, I've lost before, so what? You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed Fuckers open a bush up and stop bullshitting the kid My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps I might ghost ride the tank, take it out of the bank Got the son of Rick Ruben rushing full thrust Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff We a good crew to fuck with, better to love I told y'all suckers (I told you), I told y'all suckers (I told you) I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2 And you still ain't believe me (mayday) So here we go, RTJ3 Talk to me RTJ Talk to me

I found a book on how to be invisible Take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out And you're invisible Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat I found a book on how to be invisible On the edge of the labyrinth Under a veil you must never lift Pages that you must never turn In the labyrinth You stand in front of a million doors And each one holds a million more Corridors that lead to the world Of the invisible Corridors that twist and turn Corridors that blister and burn Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that a storm in the swimming pool? You take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out You jump 'round three times You jump into the mirror And you're invisible

A voice from the ancient's Way back in time A gift from the sages The melody fine We've come to me altar There's nothing to fear Our waiting is over The good times are here You're sleeping of late You stay up all night And going to church screaming Ain't turning out right It's building an army I wish you was here 'Cause we're taking over Our time is here Our time is here Grab all the children And things that are true Because we're taking over We're finally free There's no to change it 'Cause this is our year And we're gonna live forever It's finally here It's finally clear Gather the children And family near And spread the goodness It's finally here The wisdom of ancients The God of all time He's finally found you In all that, be mine So it'll be mine It's gonna be okay It's gonna be fine, fine, fine It's gonna be okay It's gonna be fine, fine, fine It's gonna be okay It's gonna be fine