Land Of Gray Testo

What is relevant about this. What is unspoken. I was told black people had no history, and neither did I. That I was a sadness, about whom, the less said, the better

I read secrets in the hand from birth to cemetery
Blessed like silent Mary, the mind's my secret monastery
Dressed in sky clothes like these hoaxes
For vultures to eviscerate
Run untamed like wild horses
Home is on a distant star
Blistering with dry heat, so I blaze like crematoria
When I see death from afar, sing the war cries My idols sung with peace, with the air and dust
And blasts from an iron lung
Blue bird in the center of my universe
Sing for me, bittersweet symphonies
The void and I are similes
Phoenix of the ashes and the poor girl's liver broken
Alone but never lonesome
I sleep with third eye open
And dream dreams of battlefields
Where crows feast on carrion
And carry on fully armed
Blakrok, red-blooded barbarian
Dead leaves swirling round my feet like dervishes
I'm Atlas with the globe, chip on my shoulder where the burden is
Cloudy visions, can't see where light begins and I desist
The wind shifts the sand, we'll wilt away like dying irises
Breathe a breath of life for mother to rebels and outcast
Footprints of light illuminate the darkest path

So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a scepter As letters from the ether fall like rain when I rip deserts
Welcome to the land of gray
Where troubles never cease, and man's awakening is accompanied by grief
So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a scepter
As letters from the ether fall like rain when I rip deserts
Welcome to the land of gray
Where troubles never cease, and man's awakening is accompanied by grief

I see the self bend to the spine, a thousand year old heroin
The dream of classic love [?]
Dissecting structure physically to trace my struggle patterns
Why in the deepest darkness my soul beams like a lantern
Engineered in female form, a silent carrier of the force
I'm a sandstorm and desert user, shadow with a torch
As tombstones whisper my name
I cross graveyards, familiar like spiky words that pierce through heavy hearts
I breathe smoke particles, my attitude
Shifting with the moon, open book
Gods read me like an article, celestial
My rhyme style blasts like a cannon
[?] as a moment of clarity, I'm a mammoth
Ambling through spacetime and elephant boneyards
Emotional equivalent of Mozart
Classic, how verbal plays can dismember a fascist
Seven active chakras, so the product travels faster to a future imagined
Transform bad energies, electric symphonies
I play conductor with magnetic fields
Note the coded notes and superstrings and energies
With strategies in quiet storms, speaking lighting speak

So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a scepter
As letters from the ether fall like rain when I rip deserts
Welcome to the land of gray
Where troubles never cease, and man's awakening is accompanied by grief
So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a scepter
As letters from the ether fall like rain when I rip deserts
Welcome to the land of gray
Where troubles never cease, and man's awakening is accompanied by grief

[?]. To take what is not yours, [?]. [?], forever. I have not time to explain, our time's up. What am I doing over here with the workers, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals? Why don't I come over with a board. So [?] could use bodies and minds and souls that were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours