i keep calling

i keep calling they don't listen when i speak

but the silence comforts me throughout my grief

i keep praying for the sun to touch my face

let the music take me to another place

so i keep singin' ya. it's frankie. yo

i let the rhythm of the beat take me to another atmosphere

have no fear the message is clear

gather the atoms in the air the caress your ears

hip-hop is world wide from ny to zaire

the flow so marvelous

shield myself from the haters

a gladiator so i move like a spartacus

i never go with the flow cause i be's the flow

like the electricity on deathrow

god told me see what i carried you through

just wait until you see what i carry you to

nip showed me you gotta move in silence

or they silence you meet me at the rendezvous

if they tryna purse squash the beef and put down the guns

lets just keep it musical

i keep calling they don't listen when i speak

but the silence comforts me throughout my grief

i keep praying for the sun to touch my face

let the music take me to another place

so i keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya

every time i try to leave you keep calling for me

to make another work of art for your auditory

i can do it for the love or do it for the glory

trying to do it for the dough that's a horror story

lotta dudes when they move

they be out of line

they so slow they don't know when they out of time

they don't care about the art they just tryna shine

but it's real when you feel that you gotta rhyme

i keep calling they don't listen when i speak

but the silence comforts me throughout my grief

i keep praying for the sun to touch my face

let the music take me to another place

so i keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya

uh ya

i keep searching for the sun but i'm surrounded by the gloom

surrounded by the doom

deficated by the constant

monotonous

monsterous news

spring in my step

rebirth of the boom

infected from the womb from the cradle to the tomb

glorified goons

mel tourme crunes

mac booms

cars zoom

fumes from my nostrils

last supper treasonous

jesus piece

apostles

luke bringing the holy gospel

hospital

hospital

hospitable

it's pitiful that we only focus on the ugly instead of the beautiful

the beautiful

i keep calling they don't listen when i speak

but the silence comforts me throughout my grief

i keep praying for the sun to touch my face

let the music take me to another place

so i keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya