Kanye WestKanye WestKanye West1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
the sky is their pet
and the gods lose change
as the powers that be fall
like the weather to loose change
doesn’t occur unless hell rains
down from the depths of heaven.
which is why we’re run by angels
betraying the kingdom
and there is honor amongst crooks,
loyalty amongst the reign.
precipitation sweating out clouds
like alleged truths under a heat lamp.
the sun is burning like the judaean desert,
transverse among slithering serpents
horny and horned, suck and stab,
this is oral and penetrative.
word of mouth stabbing your ears,
like above and static thought
with the light bulb playing a crown.
temptations now on repeat like a chorus,
sung like the gospel,
and the hymns to the ears of most
sound like good music
and they rock a fella now.
rock the bass like stones
to the base of your neck
and let mortal monarchies
pelt propaganda portraits
like picasso brush strokes.
i wonder what the beyond say
to a swift and fear