Ted James - Paixão (feat. Jennifer James)
Ted James - Paixão (feat. Jennifer James)M7, the movement never sleepsRhime DivineThe storm in my head is so thickAll in all it was just another brickWriting is my passion, the bastion that I last inMy spirit everlasting, alive in every fractionOf a thought my pens impacting, I’m dead if I’m not askingMy head to break bread, and my hands not interactingI need this pain locked up to ration in poetic reactionGuess that’s insane but I’m asking for your basic understandingJust a product of my product’s lack of normal satisfactionSee I was brought up not to get caught up in the normalcy I’m lackingBut I was balled up in a shy rut and I was constantly retractingNow I’m all guts, slicing deep cuts and I’m constantly attackingWith my inner most captions for an outward sense of tractionOn the surface calm but masking the manic energy I’m graspingTo stay afloat in my contraption while my time keep on compacting (echo)Time for action, this is a way of life, no regrets, no more distractionsNo more sitting on the sidelines watching bylines get held captiveNeed an atlas for this package sharp as cactus shipped like magicAcross Atlantic to get blasted on the campus of the franticTime to panic, too outlandish, I’m all damage, but I’m damagedI’m sandwiched between banished and permanently brandishedAs the first human bandwidth that pushed traffic with a classicMoving faster than the fastest of the pack that runs this racketStory’s tragic, I’m an addict for my attic to get at itSuch is habit, no more fact checks, you can have it, here’s the staticFantasize in the beatPelo Bairro AltoAs I swallow it downWill I fade? Will I know?Writing is my passion, the bastion that I last inMy spirit everlasting, alive in every fractionOf the questions that I’m asking when my head is seeking truthLost my father and my backspin while I was still lost in my youthJumper purer than flaming absinthe, used to put it in the hoopNow I’m reeling in his absence, reduced to head fake not to shootMy minds a labyrinth full of tactics, need a plan to bare me fruitTattered canvas, can’t recant this, I’m my own cold living proofBetter than anyone I’ve studied who has entered in the boothWaters muddied by my swagger, I’m too nice to executeThe dismantling of an art form in my own selfish pursuitWay too humble to type cast this pure reflection of where we groupTattoo my name upon the casket when I’m buried in a loopUndo the pain of heartache tragic machine time so resoluteMy pen inclines my inner turmoil to flow melodic like a fluteLine so fine between destruction and redemption, it’s a flukeSo redefine my sense of purpose in the minutia that I scoopFrom despair to serve on paper like a poet’s secret soupI’m bestowed with gifts that haunt me when I’m stoic in my useOf heroic prose unfolding like a woven blanket museMy glands are swollen from withholding like a feverish recluseSo feel the fury that’s exploding through this microphone abuseGetting loose, unloading thunder off my chest like I was ZeusI live forever through the written, all the rest in death, vamooseFantasize in the beatPelo Bairro AltoAs I swallow it downWill I fade? Will I know?Writing is my passion, the bastion that I last inMy spirit everlasting, alive inside the plastic contra bandwidthHolding systematic ink inside my touchI’m alive to drive a humanely tragic dream to garner thrustThese eyes see lies to intervene in the machine that screams to hushWith kerosene thrown on the fire, conspired lit rhymes combined combustIn non sequential potential amplified instrumental rise in trustI’m the quintessential exponential poem pried from dust (repeat)As I swallow it downWill I fade? Will I know?© 2011 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by Ted James and Jennifer James / Recorded at The House of Jeezy Studios / All rights reserved
