One equipped to hide, from the darker side I viewed
The middle lane attitude, the creative mind, both upon which ride
The gamble, I couldn’t tell so I lay my cards, where my name is spelled
The focus oughta be on where the game is held
But these pioneers kill each other off, as they play for pelts
Hook
And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape
I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait
Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait
Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late
Verse 2
I am the long calm before the storm
Just one more divergence from the norm
The last breath to the warning blown out the horn
I am the first in righteous demands for more
I am justice I know my time will come
I am heard in one note, universally sung
I am the flower stem set into the gun
I am the moment in time in which you lost or won
And begun again, know there is no difference
Between your defeat and simply giving in
The only real defeat is where your persistence ends
So start anew, you’ll find your entrenched with friends
Sleep back to back as sewer drains fill
When we’re all out of love, who remains to kill?
The same soul stained so ill, our hearts pay the bill
I seek peace, hope, truth and love through the way of the will
Hook
And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape
I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait
Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait
Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late
Verse 3
So living this, manifestation of the limitless
I still suffer with my significance
the curtain’s blinking is this your vision it’s
simple, God is a woman, and my Mom she is a witch
Way do I go from here, I solemnly ask
Talk with my peers, make more of it than a college class
I live in a war zone, our privilege to acknowledge it last
Too uncommon to pass, I know they will come down on our ass
Comet to cast, the next great shadow of the last great twinkling
You can feel the battle, but it’s a peripheral inkling
We’ve been conditioned in the shallows, so the puddles reflect our thinking
You can fear or ready the gallows, I will be continuing my tinkering
The sense seems and swings loitering to lingering
In my imagination, a new reality imaging
I’m waiting on the match spark the ignition is
Inviting criticisms and visits
But Still <echo> No one’s listening
credits
from A Shapely Sign of Things to Come,
released July 3, 2012
Produced by OGSMIF
Recorded and Mixed by Justin Urness
Mastered by Matt Olson of Ghost in My House Studios
Hyphon is more Henry David Thoreau than Gucci Mane. More likely to aspire to fill the shoes of Eugene V. Debs than Warren
Buffet. Using music to deliver an urgent cry for people to wake to the life that is possible for us all. Hyphon’s music thus takes on a uniqueness not found in both mainstream and independent hip hop. Genuine emotion and passionate delivery make him impossible to ignore....more
The crew I founded in 2006 ever expanding, ever producing. If you like me, by extension, I think you like them. A bit more crass side of myself for the harsher parts of the world. Great friends. Hyphon
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