SOMNAMBULISM

Sleepwalking, how I’m running up a scheme
Keep talking, how I’m failing at my dreams
When she thinks I drop stacks
Cos when I go chop I use axe


Chorus

Codewalkers rising,
True wolves we running tings our pack immortalising
Check out de riddim that these beats are comprising
Now you realising, we devising, never compromising


Verse 1

When clock strikes one, I’m out like a gun
I’m shooting for a meal, never shooting for fun
You eat what you kill, you reap what you sow
Your weapons are displayed, yo that means they’re for show
Nah, a true hunter’s mindset is thankful
Never showing no regrets, It was needful
You need to understand that the taking of a life is a stain on your hand
It’s a stain on your soul, and you’ll never be whole
Ghost will follow you like Swayze on patrol
Toll your mental, death is never gentle
See blood oh, red fig-mental
Good intentions are just tangential
The strain on your soul grows incremental
Like Banquo, deeds will follow
To your heart take your medicine and swallow


Verse 2

You talk a big game, can you prove what you claim?
Mista B on the mic, say my name
Am I egotistical, maybe logistical
The way we run the show keep it analytical
Hyper-critical, hypothetical
These revisionist approaches are so unethical
It’s unacceptable, it makes me sceptical
These divisionist tactics are just septical
Let’s be clear, this version of history is written
By the victors not the victims who were smitten
Down by superior military power
Supremacy growing like a bloodstained flower
A pretty plant composted on a bed of despair
Might makes right, why would they repair
The destruction of the peoples they defeating
Manifest destiny is thugging by eliteing



Outro

When you dream of a better world, better for whom?
If you ain’t lifting up the people then your building on their tombs
Desecrating wombs that could incubate the future
Leaders and genii, they who could suture
The devastated landscape we inherited
We never merited the wealth they ferreted
And when the oga at the top makes his way into the ground
Ain’t no money after death to be found, profound
Sadness at the way we live our lives,
Never stopping to consider everything that drives
The desperate and weak, considerate and meek
Even mice will bite back when their backs’ against the creek,
You turn a violent cheek, no longer silent and it reeks
Revenge looks fine to the beaten-down clique
You look asinine like sweeten clown stick
Somnambulism kissing your face a quick trick