Reflections In Ashes
Verse 1) The ashes fell from the cherry wood, a metaphor that's understood Back in the hood, when innocence was misunderstood Playin' in the street, the concrete was the canvas, the pain was the repeating beat Like a young boy, watchin' shadows grow in the Compton city streets 'Pac's poster peeling on the wall, peeling away with time Just like the memories that stain the conscience, like a violent crime The fire escapes all rusted, like the promises that crumbled A first love’s face, a ghost now, she got lost inside a gamble Her mama's voice still haunting, "Don't you go messin' with that boy" But the allure of the poison was a siren song, a dangerous toy Now standin' on a stage, seein' reflections in the glass And the face starin' back, it ain't the kid left in the past. (Chorus) These reflections in ashes, the quiet of the city sleepin' Countin' the ghosts of promises, the secrets still keepin' Searchin' for redemption in the embers of the burnt bridges Regret is a river, runnin' through the broken ridges of the spirit Standin' on the edge of the memory, and afraid to fall in Wonderin' if success was worth the price of all the sin Just like Keisha’s song and the weight it carries. (Verse 2) Mama’s tears were a silent movie, a black and white affair The weight of decisions hangin' heavy in the air They say you can't go home again, never really left The trauma's like a tattoo, permanent upon the chest Wrote a hundred verses for my grandmother, all of 'em incomplete 'Cause the words of a sinner sound hollow over a beat Remember the police lights, the way they lit up the whole block? The fear in the gut, it would sit there, tickin' like a clock Now sittin' on this mountain, built of records and of fame And the only thing heard is the ghost callin' a name A name, a name, a name... The same voice that was asking for '40 acres and a mule'. (Bridge) A man on the corner looked like he knew something Knew all the wrong that was done, knew all the pain one was running from Was it God? Was it the devil? Was it a different form? The ashes of the past are still warm, still forming a storm Just a product of the past, a prisoner to his own fate Waiting for a peace that might arrive too late Like the feeling of 'I remember you was conflicted'. (Outro) Yeah... the shadows still burn... the memories still... burn... In the ashes... reflections... just reflections... (Static and vinyl crackles grow louder, then abruptly cut to silence)
You may also like
Leave a comment
Verse 1) The ashes fell from the cherry wood, a metaphor that's understood Back in the hood, when innocence was misunderstood Playin' in the street, the concrete was the canvas, the pain was the repeating beat Like a young boy, watchin' shadows grow in the Compton city streets 'Pac's poster peeling on the wall, peeling away with time Just like the memories that stain the conscience, like a violent crime The fire escapes all rusted, like the promises that crumbled A first love’s face, a ghost now, she got lost inside a gamble Her mama's voice still haunting, "Don't you go messin' with that boy" But the allure of the poison was a siren song, a dangerous toy Now standin' on a stage, seein' reflections in the glass And the face starin' back, it ain't the kid left in the past. (Chorus) These reflections in ashes, the quiet of the city sleepin' Countin' the ghosts of promises, the secrets still keepin' Searchin' for redemption in the embers of the burnt bridges Regret is a river, runnin' through the broken ridges of the spirit Standin' on the edge of the memory, and afraid to fall in Wonderin' if success was worth the price of all the sin Just like Keisha’s song and the weight it carries. (Verse 2) Mama’s tears were a silent movie, a black and white affair The weight of decisions hangin' heavy in the air They say you can't go home again, never really left The trauma's like a tattoo, permanent upon the chest Wrote a hundred verses for my grandmother, all of 'em incomplete 'Cause the words of a sinner sound hollow over a beat Remember the police lights, the way they lit up the whole block? The fear in the gut, it would sit there, tickin' like a clock Now sittin' on this mountain, built of records and of fame And the only thing heard is the ghost callin' a name A name, a name, a name... The same voice that was asking for '40 acres and a mule'. (Bridge) A man on the corner looked like he knew something Knew all the wrong that was done, knew all the pain one was running from Was it God? Was it the devil? Was it a different form? The ashes of the past are still warm, still forming a storm Just a product of the past, a prisoner to his own fate Waiting for a peace that might arrive too late Like the feeling of 'I remember you was conflicted'. (Outro) Yeah... the shadows still burn... the memories still... burn... In the ashes... reflections... just reflections... (Static and vinyl crackles grow louder, then abruptly cut to silence)