THRU THE HAZE (feat. Blackchai)

J.B.POE, Sun Gin
Album : AMPERSAND
Composition : J.B.POE, Blackchai
Composing : Sun Gin
Arrangements : Sun Gin

beyond the sun like the pinnacle
rarely all or nothing
to keep it blunt is far n above
smokes filling the sky’s borders
paintings of still life
spilling my heart
darkest days been behind us
eyes see n perceive thru the fog
no karma police
ponder bars in my sleep
shordie on call
peace can come in many forms
wander every corner before i hit the floor
genuflecting
more or less this a mortal effort
theres more to win
cant afford to stand still
know the fare is high just to hold the candle
the fire in which you burn up the branches
slow dancing with death
got both hands on the threat
thread the needle thru the chest wound
blood saturated flesh
its the best of times
aint nothing left but mad questions
between dimensions in a vestibule
intrepid as a pantomime
at attention
a master quest
where the pressure went
never operate off conjecture
radicalize the train of thought
caught a dream in the dark
stars on the ceiling
they think im hard of hearing
im just selective wit respect
fetishizing lessons every second every breath
every succession aint a flex
stanzas is man made weapons
this shit like anime
flip the channel hidden powers channeling
aint drifting outta line
the paint still drip
pain that i wield i couldnt make up
you cant hang in most occasions
no reciprocated wavelengths or signs of interplay
the inner self in hazy silhouettes
my body blessed
deserved to be inducted
in the hall of a grind in the hectic
veins of city where it’s all about
time and attention
the clock tickin’
and they talkin’ about them fashion
far behind the scenes
I just devoted my semantics
to this work
my soul ponderin’ lines wit method  
to the bone gristle
totally draw inner self’n
wit total breathing skills
locally calm, collected
My 부평 state of mind be like  
fully saliva-infested
nasty like smoke alley
recitin’ Nas lyrics
walkin’ thru the mad brick
my chest north facin’
the smell of pork belly
cleansin’ they sins wit soju  
look inside the dark
fill out the wall empty
my poem bleedin’
formin’ bloody ghost
Poltergeist
hauntin’ my sleep
pose a threat
make it cold as ice
freezin’ my peace
growing jealousy that poke around
steppin’ off the wagon
and threaten my sober sight
start the journey over
thru the haze see it better
not finna fall into the laziness
no surrender
break this tether and imagery
freely resonatin’ wit all particles
of wholly artistic matter
all of’em pieces gathered
along the skyline shimmerin’ in the frame the paint brush move faster
a holy shape unveiled
winnin’ thru the vapor
and complete it wit the last touch
they face it in the flesh