Ted James - Memories Freestyle
Ted James - Memories Freestyle
Verse One:
My beginnings are my ends, the end has begun
Speak soft nothings and I'll whistle with my tongue
Matter of fact, pour the rum, I'd much rather hum
Let's attack this 'ole drum until the moon defers to sun
Twenty years on the run in the barrel of a gun
Move faster backwards when the words back come
On a journey to and from, I'm so cold I'm numb
Push my voice through the darkness and we can make it back to one
We can twist it in a pun so we can fill it in our lung
Then we can lift it in the air and we can fly it up to where
We do not dare ever let the earth share
A glimpse of the flashes that we sketch up there
The text prepares regrets for scares
Shot vexed like flares down endless layers
Of countless prayers, there's countless stares
Of boundless carefree soundless blares
Verse Two:
Rewind the tears in patterns paired
For modern fare, postmodern glare
Let's stop and swear that life won't ere
On cautious spare moments rationed here
My passion's clear, the atmosphere
Is shrouding years for clouds that rear
Down pounds of fear, profound and dear
We sip some beer, we made it hear
I cannot veer from the path I near
As I stash the sheer energy asked to steer
We're masked in clear tendencies past through ears
To last in gears that cut like sheers
Through never-ending tears, never-ending tears
Never-ending tears, never-ending tears
Never-ending tears, never-ending tears
Never-ending tears, never-ending tears
Verse Three:
So talk to me like brothers do
Still speak soft, homie, let a dream shine through
The machine winds you until it's steam blinds you
But we can beam right through if we convene like two
Rhime Divine residue, a la folie á deux
Madness misting like dew, let us redefine askew
Reminiscing won't do, too much squinting past true
If the past is all we knew, then the last is present too
I'm just gasping for a clue while I'm grasping to a pew
And still asking for a cue cause the casket's out of view
No contrasting with the hue, everlasting's what we do
Dead poets, among the few who can twist a hip haiku
Flow it through a rebel stew and hop it like a kangaroo
Just don't get it twisted too, I'm still filled with anger too
Raging hard without my crew, what the hell am I still to do?
The wind is still under review, God, I still miss you
© 2017 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by Ted James / Recorded at The House of Jeezy Studios / This instrumental contains parts of a recording of “Here Comes the Rain Again” by Eurythmics / This song is intended for fair use promotional purposes and is not for sale
