New beginnings, motherfucker
Listen, winning is for suckers
I take the forcefield that shook us
Out of the hands of the hookers
There is no middleman, this is not Hostelbookers
I am the butcher, the abbertoire and the plucker
It's fractured, this structure, it's blackened, charred and broken
The prophets, the buddhas, sages and stars have spoken
Show love, show love
And love will show itself to you
Show love, show love
And love will show itself to you
I know it doesn't always make sense
But isn't that the beauty, my friend?
Sometimes I find it hard to believe my own words
Even though the same words are sung by the birds
Imprinted in the dirt by the wilderbeest herds
I guess I keep forgetting, it needs to reoccur
Speak to me, confer with the meek that meet the Earth
Who repeat the sleep and birth 'til it don't need to be rehearsed
The way it reads will be reversed, for we will be the reflection
Take down the cross and we will be the resurrection
We've been letting Satan think for us with our egos
All the things we think we know are just the things that he knows
Deep within, the truth, like the river to the sea, flows
It's not knowledge, just the light that we glow
Show love, show love
And love will show itself to you
Show love, show love
And love will show itself to you
I know it doesn't always make sense
But isn't that the beauty, my friend?
Yeah, I've been chatting on with myself all this time
And I still don't know what the fuck I'm talking about
It's like the answers are already here
But we just need to interpret them
We need to get beyond the words
Back to the silent truth within.
Cincinnati rapper Brandon Isaac ups the ante on his excellent new record, combining bars that dig deep with beats that hit hard. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2023
