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Writen By: DeMaria LaForte'
(Vibin to Common- Forever Begins)
Baghdad shoulda had a prom,
Shoulda celebrated under those
ignited skies.
This looks just like 4th of July.
Feels like refuge in rubble.
Lets dance to the sounds
Cuz you know we were born
with this rhythm
tacked to our toes.
Napalm in our DNA,
AK47 heartbeats,
Just let me remember your smile
before it ends.
Run for cover in it
when it rains again outside.
It always rains
So lets be permanent
Like shiny scars,
Lets be ours.
Vibing to bombing,
We young like that.
Let me hold you nervous like
the rifles in 6 year old hands.
Lets be that innocent.
Take shelter in me
like the never named babies
in hurting stomaches.
Lets be their birth
and renew ourselves
like shells reloaded every
200 deaths in the barrels
of our kinsmen (this rhythm runs in the fam)
Lets be dangerous like that.
May the world shudder at the
beautiful horror in our dance.
Let our fingertips burn and fuse
with one another's
for the sake of unity.
Lets be thirst and
drink of the cup that forever spills over
with the tears of our mothers.
Ignore the residual tear gas
and lets sing acidic to eachother.
You don't need to breathe air,
breathe me.
As we dance outside and inside at the same time
Amongst broken walls
under a burning ceiling,
salute to democracy.
Love me like this.
Lets be mysterious
and make this dance look intriguing.
Lets be war photographers,
and show the world that the smoke coiling up
is us.
And if they think these clouds look like Heaven,
they should see it from the inside, it's magical.
Lets be superhuman
and die loud,
and bright,
and bold.
Lets gossip about this night
to the closed ears and eyes of
American idle, and
let us not take offense
to them not wanting their kids
to come out and play with us.
Dare not tell those children that
their parents are the world's music makers.
And that we owe all the success of this
glorious night, to them.
Let's dance to this wonderful world.
(Vibin to Common- Forever Begins)
Baghdad shoulda had a prom,
Shoulda celebrated under those
ignited skies.
This looks just like 4th of July.
Feels like refuge in rubble.
Lets dance to the sounds
Cuz you know we were born
with this rhythm
tacked to our toes.
Napalm in our DNA,
AK47 heartbeats,
Just let me remember your smile
before it ends.
Run for cover in it
when it rains again outside.
It always rains
So lets be permanent
Like shiny scars,
Lets be ours.
Vibing to bombing,
We young like that.
Let me hold you nervous like
the rifles in 6 year old hands.
Lets be that innocent.
Take shelter in me
like the never named babies
in hurting stomaches.
Lets be their birth
and renew ourselves
like shells reloaded every
200 deaths in the barrels
of our kinsmen (this rhythm runs in the fam)
Lets be dangerous like that.
May the world shudder at the
beautiful horror in our dance.
Let our fingertips burn and fuse
with one another's
for the sake of unity.
Lets be thirst and
drink of the cup that forever spills over
with the tears of our mothers.
Ignore the residual tear gas
and lets sing acidic to eachother.
You don't need to breathe air,
breathe me.
As we dance outside and inside at the same time
Amongst broken walls
under a burning ceiling,
salute to democracy.
Love me like this.
Lets be mysterious
and make this dance look intriguing.
Lets be war photographers,
and show the world that the smoke coiling up
is us.
And if they think these clouds look like Heaven,
they should see it from the inside, it's magical.
Lets be superhuman
and die loud,
and bright,
and bold.
Lets gossip about this night
to the closed ears and eyes of
American idle, and
let us not take offense
to them not wanting their kids
to come out and play with us.
Dare not tell those children that
their parents are the world's music makers.
And that we owe all the success of this
glorious night, to them.
Let's dance to this wonderful world.
Toast to life.
(Written By: DeMaria LaForte')
