Themselves, Lionesque - Long Time Coming lyrics

If only I could make it
To a place where forsaken’s not a
Maiden or a mat idée (when isn’t it though)
Ready to play the host where I dine
On my lines of life in which my eyes perceive
(then let your jaws show)
I be happy supplied the world
With food for thought mission a national fee
But Now I have risen from that dream
Faced up blatant with the statements
I envision in the scenes robbers of the raw
And the innocent’s defeat
Province of the poor, underprivileged
And the weak
(weak) seek only what brings acceptance a
The tidings in my findings (or get eat)
Cease now hear me sing
If resting where you find me
Understand my offering
Takes my last breaths on the alter
Spare me please
No one here, solitude’s the conclude
In the city of the written
My reflection sees me through
It’s a pity, didn’t listen now they
Suck in sour mood
Presumed to walk another tune
Puckered all the poets motionless
Though they moving down the path
Where pigs are roasting
A feast for the fable coming
From the frau speak it cause I seen it
In the natural cause of conflict
Where blinders got me
Reaching for the chainsaw
Freedom from the feint’s fall
Crumble but was stood tall
So see it's not a paper chase
I know that paper flakes beside a fires blaze
My bridge is on another plane buried by
The bush underneath the lily cactus
Unearthed with every practice
Only like minds can catch it
Not many at my heels but any if they will
I move on em passioned
If it's she who you after

I ain’t a blast from the past
I’m what’s smashing in the future
Hold back nothing long time coming

How they gonna show me to the gallows
Like they could do the dent of my death
Know my throw and resolve by the steps
Why I oughta truth you all cold
Hard like attacked hearts fold
Under the very mud that they pump
You trapped sold or semi-precious lump
Left to slack and shrivel in the
Thump of chests against beds
Wall against heads like a fist on a thread
This ain’t gonna work or is it
When dredgeddeded from the darkest inches
Of what your pit did
You’d writ with an isn’t where
Your oughta shoulda wroughta
Less selfish of shells coulda
Daughtered but welled
Deadbent and attempting to only
Heart it in hell hey yo L
What did the star say to
The black when it fell
Hold back nothing long time coming