dälek – Bricks Crumble lyrics

1
Spit vernacular tactical acts attain status
Spectacular terrain ingrained in deep patterns
(A) possible protest viewed as progress
With miniature steps one tends to digress
Devised verbs to act basic balance
Beneath Bricks lies meaning unchallenged
Average actors equate to non-factors
Your formulaic prose disastrous
Enamored by text
Tempt to forge my words straight molten
Only be perceived by the chosen
Same tree still grows in Brooklyn
Misery mistooken
Maintained pain constant
Themes central in booking
Mental erodes like canyon rock
Thoughts sediment
All actions evolve past sentiment

Chorus:
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author

Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author

2
Simplified existence exposed core elements
To breath through concrete still seems irrelevant
Irrational acts accentuates our arrogance
Assassins arrows aimed at the affluent
Tongue stuck to pavement, we hold no influence
Maintain that statements were lost with our innocence
Inexact science defined by own sense
Design our demise in past tense
Tumultuous results raise brow of doubters
Debated innate abilities amongst oceans of cowards
Conceived concept convinced the lucid
The value of our voice seen in movements
Melancholic lyrics became the mundane in this maze
Awake my cohorts with verbal tirade

Chorus:
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author

Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author

Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author

Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author