WRATH - Phonkha & SKETS

Fire, embers until ashes The arms of thy witness Goes deeper and deeper The arms of thy witness All will dawn Fire, as lightning that crashes The arms of thy witness Reach deeper and deeper Descending from thunder All will dawn Wilder Release me From all that we have done I just want to breathe in Without roots chasing me I have been revived Lightning has strucken me Suffer as long as I live

One day you're finding me face down I got a few self destructive tendencies; I aint proud I've never found a way out. Never felt comfortable Sitting round at a mates house. Everything is grey clouds Chasing happiness, though I don't what happy is Done with stacking chips - I'm not happy up in the Rapping biz Homie that's the legit. I worry all the time Money's on my mind. In Darkness; The sun does it doesn't shine Still I cover up my eyes. I Don't wanna shed a tear Cover up the fact that my dad was never here It's like i'm stuck in second gear. Never make it to the finish line Only time that I feel alive's when I grip the mic Bitches wanna strip my stripes. Can't reply coz i'm busy living out the shittest life If you wanna talk shit homie pick a side. I don't look like this coz I didn't fight I'm a different type I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face Been trying to write a positive tune Everything is negative because of my mood At a stage where I got nothing to lose I can't count how many times i've nearly jumped in a noose I'm fucking confused. The games changed, no one wants to make change All they do is chase fame. Pain is what they maintain There's no Human progression. Theres no Truth in our lessons Heres a brutal confession educations used as a weapon A weapon thats designed to keep us quiet Quiet bout the pyramids - they've got some secrets hiding I can't face to work a nine to five Im writting rhymes until Im fucking tired Normal jobs will leave me uninspired. Afraid, afraid I'm running out of patience My music better take off - I wonder if imma make it When i'm making all this music it's making me feel much better It's that metaphorical sun no matter the fucking weather Weather or not I make it I know I really gotta do this Focus on your tunes homie focus on your music I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face Been trying to write a positive tune Everything is negative because of my mood