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2mental – Weapons of Art [Part Life] (feat. Rhime Divine)

Written on:June 17, 2012
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2mental – Weapons of Art [Part Life] (feat. Rhime Divine)

All lyrics written by Ted James, D-Wattz, & 2mental

Verse One: Ted James

It’s a fight, I see your face at night
Hear your voice as I write by candlelight to reunite
It’s not right, I’m a man because you raised me right
But writers write and I can’t write without your oversight
I held you tight in the room where my dreams took flight
And now it seems my petty dreams might change my life
Dad, my pen is nice but I still need advice
Never learned enough to discipline my pen to heights
Where my pen ignites, where my words breathe life
By your side is where I strived to have my words delight
Your ears, your mind, your gift was mine, I hope I use it right
Your love was blind, I miss our time, I cope but I’m still not right

Bridge: D-Wattz

A writer’s hand falls, but the story never ends
When the boys become men and the book changes pens
With all the lessons taught the cycle starts again
Where a reader left off a new writer begins
An author is a father bleeding ink in his soul
All his letters in succession lined up in a row
Living life’s about words and writing words about life
Some are nursing, some are dead, but some are alive

Chorus: D-Wattz

Stories either start late, or end too early
Memories fleeting as they occur, can’t [stop time]
We come and go, to and fro, unsurely
In this world we’re born before we [start life]
Broken paragraphs and ever afters
We’re all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]
Running out of paper with the ink still pouring
Heaven’s work is never done before we [part life]

Verse Two: Ted James

I read your books at night because your words breathe life
Feel your hand on my shoulder as I read your life
You were a scholar and a soldier, taught me how to write
You taught me how to fight, not with a gun or a knife
But with my mind and in good time I’m going to have your sight
Rhime Divine, I’m going to shine, I’m going to prove you right
Your gift was mine, with every line, I see your face at night
We intertwine through endless time in the words that we write

Chorus: D-Wattz

Stories either start late, or end too early
Memories fleeting as they occur, can’t [stop time]
We come and go, to and fro, unsurely
In this world we’re born before we [start life]
Broken paragraphs and ever afters
We’re all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]
Running out of paper with the ink still pouring
Heaven’s work is never done before we [part life]

Bridge: D-Wattz

A writer’s hand falls, but the story never ends
When the boys become men and the book changes pens
With all the lessons taught the cycle starts again
Where a reader left off a new writer begins
An author is a father bleeding ink in his soul
All his letters in succession lined up in a row
Living life’s about words and writing words about life
Some are nursing, some are dead, but some are alive

Verse Three: 2mental

Memories of my enemies plotting my death
Will you remember me if I got shot in the chest?
And I can barely bare the pain because I’m feeling depressed
Like the battles in my brain that I can’t get
So I got rep, to let you mother fuckers know
I’m walking blinded down the road into a dark hole
And where I go, no one knows, as the story unfolds
But the future grows, so I’ve got to take control
Of my soul in achieving my goals
Keeping everything I hold from the depths I part
Into the skies, and hoping I can realize
That I am underhanded by the fact that I’m making a plan
As a man, to understand the path I walk
Bitches talk, they want to fucking tear you apart
Listen close to embark at the weapons of art
It’s like a rat race, full of fucking traps in case, to get a taste
Of something past the first base
And I’m amazed that I got thus far
Busting bitches on their backs because they want me to fall
Taking all of y’all for another round, I’m bound to let go
And watch the spirit turn to dust
Though my lyrics can’t be touched, there’s nothing much to lose
Felt the inner rush burn through my deepest of blues
Yo, it’s my turn to take the world from you

Chorus: D-Wattz

Stories either start late, or end too early
Memories fleeting as they occur, can’t [stop time]
We come and go, to and fro, unsurely
In this world we’re born before we [start life]
Broken paragraphs and ever afters
We’re all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]
Running out of paper with the ink still pouring
Heaven’s work is never done before we [part life] (repeat chorus)

Outro: D-Wattz

Turn the page (repeat) to life

© 2006 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by D-Wattz / Mastered by D-Wattz / Recorded at M7 Studios / All Rights Reserved

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