Turn the Page

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away

'Cause there's sense in what I say

I'm forty-fifth generation Roman

But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting

So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting

And I'm miles ahead and they chase me

Show your face on TV then we'll see

You can't do half my crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses

You rain down curses but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by

Streets riding high with the beats in the sky

All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down

The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways

But through the blaze they see it fade

The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces

Then a figure emerges from the wastage

Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze

One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky

They wonder how, they wonder why

The sky turns white, it all becomes clear

They felt lifted from their fears

They shed tears in the light after six dark years

Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks and smolders

Five years older and wiser

The fires are burning, on fire, never tire

Slay warriors in the forests and on higher we sing

Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring

Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving

The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing

A new baby's born every day, few men may be scorned today

But look at things the other way 'cause it may well be your final day

And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say

I produced this using only my bare wit

Give me a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat

Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile

Get all applications in to me before the deadline

'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful crimes and a life of crime

But you will reach the day

And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it

I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix

In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker

Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water

To the next life from the fortress

Away from the knives and the slaughter, to their wives and daughters

Once more before the Lord judges over all of us

It's in the is place you'll see me

Brace yourself 'cause this goes deep

I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds

Actions speak louder than words

Stand by me, my apprentice

Be brave, clench fists