The Mortified from PANDÜZIMA by Joel the Custodian

Chorus
Keep feelin’ like there’s more to life
I hit a ceiling, a borderline
Wanna live like the mortified
Am I really that sort of guy? No

The setting sun is kissing our sweatshops
The first round of judging
Is my name and my headshot
Just delete it off my drive and my desktop
The empire thrives
In the pride of the desperate despot
The moment of the Death Star explosion
Frozen in the cinema
Ever been a Jonah to a Nineveh?
Ever drunk the wine mixed with the vinegar?
Been forced to endorse or serve
Denethor the 2nd or someone similar?
It’s not as simple as saying ‘Buck the system’
We lack a lust for wisdom
We don’t listen, just trust an algorhythm
My deadliest bars: I think we missed em
I spit darts and then demand some recognition?
You switched off and that fed my inhibitions
My inconsistent inner visions
Simply emphazing the system
Sisters of resistance end up dying in prison
I’m tired of lying saying ‘I admire the wisdom
Of the Christ’
Could I live a life that’s entirely Christian?
This iron can’t sharpen any iron
Cuz irony isn’t
A substitute for substance
No fire, I’m just fizzing
I’m the groggy hip-hop
equivalent of malnutrition
How brave would I be
Were I the target of drones?
Tag my name on the wall
On which the martyrs are thrown
And it starts as sparks in the dome
and it barks and bites through the bone
And works its dark magic
In the hearts and the home
No damage is fantastic
When it’s as cold as the chrome
Who the hell is watering the seeds
That they’ve sown?
when the land reeks of warfare
And I’m there broke and alone
the prayers of the saints
Will pull the sword from the stone

Chorus
Keep feelin’ like there’s more to life
I hit a ceiling, a borderline
Wanna live like the mortified
Am I really that sort of guy? No

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• UK
• dark
• independent
• Birmingham