Man born
out of a Sahara sandstorm
Deep in a flying dream
with nothing to land on
His thoughts like a time machine
Stuck on random he steps
like a brand new building
We abandon a phantom presence
like a moon shadow
The looms narrow in the minds
of those trying to assume battle
Never part of this, to praise Arias
His beliefs freed slaves
like Spartacus saved
Under the watch of a Roman guard
Tied to a cross,
burned alive like Joan of Arc
Shown the dark without finding Jesus
Sewn a path as hard as asylum seekers
His foreign speeches in a language few talk
His culture seen as Afghans in New York
No support from an
industry full of atheists
And still his faith is bound to
rock like glaciers
Nowhere to fall back,
passion a storm trap
Deep in the soul of a Capricorn cat
Nowhere to fall back,
passion a storm trap
Deep in the soul of a Capricorn cat
Representing heads tethered
like Schnell helmets
Calibrating scales that
never felt balanced
Faced with a challenge in
the inner city area
While labels scout talents
for a mini America
He hauls tight to a disconfigured
road mic
Standing at the crossroads with no guide
No light from the spot,
now he's helping himself
Spittin' fire like the fountains of hell
And it ain't hard to tell
That he's found camaraderie
Open the valve to an underground
idolry
Uncooperative prodigy politics,
scholarship odyssey
No ominous prophecy,
a common hypocrisy
Just follow it honestly
Honor its code of ethics
with a pull of textures
The punch a hole through your solar plexus
We hold the message like the ears
of Ech elon 3003,
who's keeping the pressure on?
Nowhere to fall back
Passion a storm trapped deep in the soul
Of a Capricorn cat
Nowhere to fall back,
passion a storm trapped deep in the soul of a Capricorn cat
He maintains, echoes activism,
projects flow with electromagnetism
Gathers wisdom with a klepto
-mannerism
and scams the system,
calls it metro -anarchism
Glad he's living in an obese city,
even the haters got no beef with him
Cause he reaches gritty heads
from shitty suburbs
Who reek of cigarettes
and sticky skunk herbs
All the trained soldiers trapped in a
world where deaths game over
Fighting through stages
like brothers trying to remain sober
Desperate, digging for change
through a stained sofa
Misdirected by the same brochure
Yeah he remembers that,
not a pretentious cat
The Capricorn Cat
keeps his adventures mapped
Nowhere to fall back,
hashing a storm trap
Deep in the soul of a Capricorn Cat
Nowhere to fall back,
hashing a storm trap
Deep in the soul of a Capricorn Cat
Nowhere to fall back,
hashing a storm trap
Deep in the soul of a cat, we call cat
Nowhere to fall back, passion is no trap
Deep in the soul of a cat, we call cat
