Willie Green - The Yellow Cloud lyrics

Verse 1 (Pastense): You don't see it? Don't look down It's opposite the cement The past shines a beacon A time when from where the light reaches Pierces the firmament Opticals process the heavens internally Wilted or unfurled The former frees I'm the wings of a bird before a storm at sea For me, it's hard to move forward Stuck in a shell Taking turtle steps, stuck in a well Hitting a wall, hard times One Nine Eight Two burners Faded to hard lines, don't stop for park signs Live keep swimming, dark binds with light I'm a shadow with shark spine Sit on stoop, the street lamp flickers Vine climb brick wall, red cup liquor Eyes rain salt water, thoughts flow inward Abyss pitch black, vast Walking in circles with my last lit match [Chorus: Dan Dillinger x3] Granite, planet, falling from the clouds Landing on the shoulders of the most, the sick and proud Blocking out the sun rays, so some days it's dark But embark on spreading heart and there's still hope within the art [Verse 2: Skech 185] Chewable air halos atop the glut of humanity Gutter tongues stuck in the mouths of the children k**ing before their wings leave So how does your desert god explain a hemorrhaging planet of ex slaves that trade in excess and brain chemistry? Envision these obituaries under pressed flowers in bibles. Survival is an industry! And viral or facsimile of a “Paradise Lost", reinforce gla** ceilings Now let's see what these upcoming screams will shatter It seems a “feast or cancer” between the kings and every home, bitter grandeur Unevenly spread across a grid, the sicker they answer! Like “there are only so many cemeteries.” The Twentieth Century was heavy It's cracked their neck on nudging an avalanche Folding the flags matching a millions ways to bury inconvenient truths Roots ensnaring themselves within the shells of fallen leaders feeding strange fruit But, perhaps, these are just fading thoughts of a war hawk half blinded by the yellow cloud of yesterday