The Language of Roots and Roots of Language
If my tongue is where my culture lives
Then death is tasteless to an eternal being
If all I am is what the child me picked
To live is to leave it all and grow like a tree
Roots in Hades so my head could touch heaven
Contrast is a language of the mind, listen, brethren
Truth is two sides of one coin, virtue and vice
Flip the dime tentatively, two cents to note, something wise
Before you judge, is the gavel the log in your eye? No?
Manic sanity, never mind if the mind is mine or gone
Energy, good vibe to refine collective thought
What you think enough matters that’s literal, not literary flow
The etymology of language, ever wonder how we got the ‘how’?
The pedal flat in, let’s dive in before it was watered down
Eat this lingual PIE without biting tongue or swallowing words
Lost in translation Scarlet to Red, Cardinal lost
Speak, there is some resonance in dissonance, you find your groove
There’s some treasure in the rotten, poison in your favourite fruit
The knowledge of good is good, but tell me what bad you do
Its common sin, so we can bless each other without ‘Achoo!’
Deep roots can be pulled out too
My silly uhm, ass thought they sit pretty ugly for good
Sever connections feel everything in its truth
Savor connections feel everything in its truth
