Chases Clout

(Hook)
Sky so clear, as the Sun shines down.
When while on your journey, you will run into a clown.
Skin black as night, face painted with the color of a cloud.
He will direct your path, while playing his music loud.
I know who I speak of, he always keeps to himself, he isn't like everyone that always chases clout.

Rain came the day before, now all I see is light.
My oh my, what a wonderful time to pick a fight.
Papa Eclipse fills me with much of the Moon's Might.
Do not trespass in my woods or else you'll be filled with fright.
Ro'Za'Ki, Of the Woods and Sound.
My words cut deeper, for my magic is unbound.
Raised by nature and the woods all around, the spirits talk to me, lie and I will frown.
For your song will suddenly be cut down.
One day I'll rebuild my kingdom and rightfully wear my stolen crown, my songs will be heard.
In the meantime, til that day, I'll throw down the sun while walking with thunderbirds.

(Hook)
Sky so clear, as the Sun shines down.
When while on your journey, you will run into a clown.
Skin black as night, face painted with the color of a cloud.
He will direct your path, while playing his music loud.
I know who I speak of, he always keeps to himself, he isn't like everyone that always chases clout.

Is this real or is it just make believe?
Much truth is hidden in my writing, like a tree sheds it's leaf.
You can say it's fake, just like every tree with its leaves.
You have no room to talk, for all humans have their own beliefs.
You kind boils my blood, for you desecrated most of your trees.

By taking others life, all because of the color of their skin.
My, oh my, where do all your troubles start and end?
For most of you demons have committed a terrible sin.
Taking innocent lives, all because their different from you, my patience has been worn thin.

So many years, but ye all try to run and hide.
None of you can escape the sins that lie inside.
Haven't even learned your lesson, history repeats once again, with little to no signs of light.
Must get a shot or wear many a mask, or else you stay inside.

To many years, your kind has play God, now I think it's best to throw away your façade.
Yet there's so many tryin to rock a "godly bod".
Get off your high horse and travel thru the bog, breath deeply of the toxic fog.
But only one wrong move, will leave you as a frog.
Deep in isolation, with no one of your kind, my oh my, wonder what effects it would toll on your mind?
Add your song and repeat after me, if you are so kind.

(Hook)
Sky so clear, as the Sun shines down.
When while on your journey, you will run into a clown.
Skin black as night, face painted with the color of a cloud.
He will direct your path, while playing his music loud.
I know who I speak of, he always keeps to himself, he isn't like everyone that always chases clout.

- Ro'Za'Ki of The Woods and Sound

May 6, 2022