2mental - Weapons of Art [Part Life] (feat. Rhime Divine)
2mental - Weapons of Art [Part Life] (feat. Rhime Divine)All lyrics written by Ted James, D-Wattz, & 2mentalVerse One: Ted JamesIt's a fight, I see your face at nightHear your voice as I write by candlelight to reuniteIt's not right, I'm a man because you raised me rightBut writers write and I can't write without your oversightI held you tight in the room where my dreams took flightAnd now it seems my petty dreams might change my lifeDad, my pen is nice but I still need adviceNever learned enough to discipline my pen to heightsWhere my pen ignites, where my words breathe lifeBy your side is where I strived to have my words delightYour ears, your mind, your gift was mine, I hope I use it rightYour love was blind, I miss our time, I cope but I'm still not rightBridge: D-WattzA writer's hand falls, but the story never endsWhen the boys become men and the book changes pensWith all the lessons taught the cycle starts againWhere a reader left off a new writer beginsAn author is a father bleeding ink in his soulAll his letters in succession lined up in a rowLiving life's about words and writing words about lifeSome are nursing, some are dead, but some are aliveChorus: D-WattzStories either start late, or end too earlyMemories fleeting as they occur, can't [stop time]We come and go, to and fro, unsurelyIn this world we're born before we [start life]Broken paragraphs and ever aftersWe're all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]Running out of paper with the ink still pouringHeaven's work is never done before we [part life]Verse Two: Ted JamesI read your books at night because your words breathe lifeFeel your hand on my shoulder as I read your lifeYou were a scholar and a soldier, taught me how to writeYou taught me how to fight, not with a gun or a knifeBut with my mind and in good time I'm going to have your sightRhime Divine, I'm going to shine, I'm going to prove you rightYour gift was mine, with every line, I see your face at nightWe intertwine through endless time in the words that we writeChorus: D-WattzStories either start late, or end too earlyMemories fleeting as they occur, can't [stop time]We come and go, to and fro, unsurelyIn this world we're born before we [start life]Broken paragraphs and ever aftersWe're all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]Running out of paper with the ink still pouringHeaven's work is never done before we [part life]Bridge: D-WattzA writer's hand falls, but the story never endsWhen the boys become men and the book changes pensWith all the lessons taught the cycle starts againWhere a reader left off a new writer beginsAn author is a father bleeding ink in his soulAll his letters in succession lined up in a rowLiving life's about words and writing words about lifeSome are nursing, some are dead, but some are aliveVerse Three: 2mentalMemories of my enemies plotting my deathWill you remember me if I got shot in the chest?And I can barely bare the pain because I'm feeling depressedLike the battles in my brain that I can't getSo I got rep, to let you mother fuckers knowI'm walking blinded down the road into a dark holeAnd where I go, no one knows, as the story unfoldsBut the future grows, so I've got to take controlOf my soul in achieving my goalsKeeping everything I hold from the depths I partInto the skies, and hoping I can realizeThat I am underhanded by the fact that I'm making a planAs a man, to understand the path I walkBitches talk, they want to fucking tear you apartListen close to embark at the weapons of artIt's like a rat race, full of fucking traps in case, to get a tasteOf something past the first baseAnd I'm amazed that I got thus farBusting bitches on their backs because they want me to fallTaking all of y'all for another round, I'm bound to let goAnd watch the spirit turn to dustThough my lyrics can't be touched, there's nothing much to loseFelt the inner rush burn through my deepest of bluesYo, it's my turn to take the world from youChorus: D-WattzStories either start late, or end too earlyMemories fleeting as they occur, can't [stop time]We come and go, to and fro, unsurelyIn this world we're born before we [start life]Broken paragraphs and ever aftersWe're all letters in an endless chapter, we [all write]Running out of paper with the ink still pouringHeaven's work is never done before we [part life] (repeat chorus)Outro: D-WattzTurn 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