Chorus:
Like satellites that arrive
Reflect your candlelight
Music washing over you
Makes you feels so right
Wakin’ up in the dawn
You don’t have to walk alone
Even when your heart is breakin’
You’re never on your own
Blake is like half-Libra, half-library
Poetry that’s deep, and you know I never sleep
Cuz sleep is the mother of dreams
And I’m related by birth
86,400 seconds per day on this earth
I get meta for change, I ain’t afraid of this verse
I’m just takin’ a turn, to grab this mic kid
And every day I ask myself what this life is
My answer’s always an analogy of likeness
Like, I like this, patience in a crisis
Cyrano de Bergerac, I smell what the sign is
With my silence, used to be the shyness
Until my confidence grew up to where my height is
So now they call me highness, but that’s a misnomer
Cuz I get lower than the catacombs of Roma
Or a soldier beatin’ civilians into a coma
Or saying that a person should ever have an owner
So I think the onus is on us to stand up
So come on put your hands up, and question what they hand us
You don’t need a brand, you just need a Brandes
Brothers in a hurry, don’t worry yo, we can’t rush
But we’re still fraternal, naught without labor
Raise up your voice; we can talk without paper
Until the citizens united cannot be divided
By supremely high prices and the mercenary violence
Chorus
Blake is like an earthquake, hurricane, plus the rain
CNN for your brain, also the most trusted name
And that may be news to some of you,
but once you do get the picture, then listen, I will up and bust the frame
Rock your world view, this is for the girl who
Helped me comprehend what men who have courage do
So I encourage you to work hard and tell the truth
There are people on this earth put here to help you through
And I am one of them, even when it’s thunderin’
Come into the fold, and you will find the love within
And when the hungry fins circle and you can’t float
I’ll be on that lifeboat, come on grab that tightrope
You know that the Serengeti’s filled with wildebeasts
But I’ve seen killa bees make jungles of village streets
Workers get the honey and try to protect the hive
But when it comes to money, few make it out alive
The frontline does work that’s often most commendable
But sadly they’re the ones who are also most expendable
Pawns in the game just trying to be kings
When they reach the other side, so they keep moving
Not knowing that the rules don’t allow it, in the palace
There’s a court with a jester who knows the most about it
But he can never shout it, so he must pretend to be
The clown who is down… to share it all in simile
Chorus
Blake is like a visionary sight
The revelation hits you like a cemetery might
Cuz dust is our destiny; love is all we have
Only what remains after everything has passed
So everything we grasp is fleeting - ephemeral
We can only read and start a fire - kindle
Often guns are drawn by soldiers… with pencils
Words aren’t my weapons, they are my utensils
Blake is like... a knife through illusions
Trimming off the fat, and clearing the confusion
Blake is like a fork in the road of your life
The light there to guide like a star in the night
Blake is like the spoon that feeds you when you’re weak
The voice deep inside that inspires you to speak
Blake is like... nothing that you’ve ever seen
Grow until I die, call me emerald cuz I’m evergreen
And a rock, I can tell by how they pine for it
I love this world so I went and wrote a rhyme for it
And will that fix all the problems? I doubt it
But I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing about it
I can only show you the path, point to the moon
Even though I’m young, it’ll still all be over soon
But I thought this message was long overdue
You’re my equal forever, I’ll never be over you.
