NEPALM S.E.W.N. (THE SONG)

Live from the background of the Mac-Town

The frontlines of the battleground, it is I...

Cornell South aka Bryan E. Stormm

aka REKON

aka C-GAR

aka The Insomniac Scholar...

Would you allow yourself to be hung on wood & nails?

Would you accept the bribe of the world and not look for help?

Or would you hold back progression because of what you mis-took for yourself?

The ammunition is intuition, and the mission is to shield the children.

They need protection from these fields in which there is fun now in killing, run-down buildings, and predators who hunt down our children.

Step by step, we take action on the sum of our feelings, provided by the wise-sense of Divine Guidance.

We touchdown with much sound and bust down the slum of the village.

When the drum comes we seal it-scrolls on hold-unrolled with one goal, to come from the realness.

The realness inside be the truth from the booth, I come to reveal this-scroll-behold the Omnipotent!

He who gives the gift to breathe, which is only one in the many of plenty to deal with.

My skills get-a boost from the truth, Timberland boots suit my physical.

My lyrically quick-minuteman, shoots the drill. Which is true and real, mixed together in a grill.

This is how the South was won, over drums the family will live-on forever-immortalized together on CD's to spin,

and then when someone goes in, "and purchases it for ten, the life-cycle starts all over again..."

What we are on a mission to achieve will not be easy...

Nothing worth achieving is easy, but we see-more.

This be a form of communication for those who have seen -war.

In the form of brainwashing with the same logic that believed thoughts that the world was flat. PEONS.

The facts that I find have last for eons.

I see one-objective to be on - and that is to lead on - this journey to above and beyond - the call of duty.

I call the crew - we, usually do the proven, moving - in true peace.

The new lease, on life-provides my mic with true beats.

We move heat, with the power to power a huge fleet.

The tool's discrete, when it is located in between 32 teeth.

The double-edged sword is a tongue that brung a cruel beast - to it's knees.

With a new speech, inscribed on loose leaf, or typed and printed from the press of two keys, Control P.

I use intuition in my decisions, are you staying in the street?

Then get out of this way, when we display speed-or get laid in the street.

We just made defeat, the agony you feel - when the wax meets the steel, and they scratching with skill - to the beat...  

At the risk of you reading this and thinking I'm a Bible-clutching/weapon carrying maniac, I will offer a brief back-story to clarify my "disposition." Somtime ago, I lost my father. I think he died from complications linked to a broken heart. Well, they said something about cardiopulmonary failure, and that sounds like something broke to me. This is not to lament on my loss, I have a deep love for him. We were closer than brothers.

The significance of his death was twofold. First, would be that God Works in Mysterious Ways (GWMW).

I wanted to know "why?" I lived in the question to the point where I was ready to give up searching.

Then, I took a leap of faith. I learned and tried the concept of letting go and letting God resolve my issue(s).

He revealed another concept called "Divine Order," which I found to be similar to a parachute

A parachute is not proven trustworthy without jumping, and trusting Divine Order is likewise.

One must leap/jump.

Commonly refered to as "taking a leap of faith" - the key word here is FAITH.

HOW DO WE "LET GO AND LET GOD"? FIRST, WE PREPARE.