EIDOLON XIII

Peace is foreign when your first language is defense, I speak in shields, never learned to make amends. Every word’s a guard, every pause is a test — How you find calm when your silence screams "threat"?

Peace don’t come easy to the war-torn mind, First language defense, second one’s denial. I been speakin’ pain, dressed it up in a smile — Now I talk peace, but it feel like trial.

Peace is foreign when your weapon is speech, They call it justice but it’s power they preach. We rise from the ruins, discipline is the shield, Truth is the ammo, and the scars never healed.

The system ain’t love, it’s a battlefield staged, Where fathers get buried and the children enslaved. Peace is a ghost in the echoes of pain, So we speak in defense, with a tongue like a blade.

Young men withdraw, survival in disguise, courtrooms weaponize children while they leave the father just to die.
Maternal manipulation, camouflaged as concern, that's alienation — watch the loyalty burn.

Abuse excused when her tears start to fall, But if his tone raises once and he’s facin’ the law. Financial shackles forged, extortion through the courts, Turnin’ fathers to paychecks, no love in the report.

False charges hit harder than a bullet or blade, Presumed guilty by culture, reputations decayed. Restrainin’ orders filed like they draftin’ a war, Character assassinations that the system adores.

So men calculate risk — no return in the snare, They refuse contracts concealin’ judicial affairs. Invest in the self, discipline carved in steel, ‘Cause the system sold love, but delivered deceit for real.

Peace is foreign when your first language is defense, Raised in the echo of arguments and offense. We inherited rage, passed down in tense tones — Built fences with phrases, now we die alone.
They call revenge a fools game - but this foo got aim

They don’t know what you walked through, But they’ll talk like they do.

How did i loved you more than I loved myself, Where was you when I needed some help? Girl, how the hell you use love as a weapon? Incompetence weaponized shit had me second guessing, - I was foolish to think I couldn't get into a deeper depression.

Don’t call me a rapper, unless you wanna get packed up, wrapped up. Few rhyme my bars — we ain’t pullin’ up in rented cars. gone too far, ain't bleeding from these scars, it’s no-holds-barred, we was raised on war not charm. Y'all got me alarmed.

Left on the porch, nothing but hope,
Now they wonder why we pour up, that's how we coped. Hopped off the porch, leveraged weight, G's to P's. Tired of surviving day-to-day. I paid my fees.
Did the dirty deeds. Prayed on my knees.

No one bet on me, but I ain’t fold,
Played my hand with a heart so cold.
Had to raise myself, pain took ahold,
Now I ride through fire, I am the tower.
lost to love, bled from kin, Turned my back — I let the blade sink in. Still I ride, through the smoke and sins.

Y'all Put me in the firing line — I ain't flinch, You hide behind white lies and twitched. You won't puppet-string my mind, The throne is all mine — I climb while you're steady on decline.

I tiptoed through silence thinking it was peace, found myself Fading piece by piece in the belly of the beast.
She sent me "lessons" I never asked,
Echoes of secrets in shattered glass.

“Be a man,” she'd state with script in hand, fanatics turned into tactics, I turned static. Tryna raise kids in a land of spite, Where love is bait and pain ignites fights.

Front row in chaos, you watch from a screen, Can’t gaslight a soul this clean.
Truth cuts mean, Ive been off the lean,
You slid — I stood — I claimed the scene.

Mind’s too pricey to break or fold,
Look close ain’t no price tags on my soul. Put me in the line of fire, I won’t break, take the Clock every move you make shapes fate.

No one bet on me, but I ain’t fold,
Played my hand with a heart of gold.
Had to raise myself, the pain took ahold,
Now I ride through fire with a fate so bold, My face turned into stone.
I lost love, bled from kin,
Turned my back & the blade sank in.
Still I ride, through the smoke and sins,
’Cause I ain’t tryna go out the way i came in.

I buried myself to keep the peace,
But the coffin had windows — I saw the beast.
They treat me like a ghost,
I wish I could take y'all coast to coast but
My kids only see me through digital posts....

Spin like vinyl, sprint through the spiral,
one soul vs the cycle, this the recital. Do it with nothin, this shits Vital.

Plant both feet.
Don’t retreat.
Never accept defeat.

We paved over paradise, poisoned the lakes, Now they sellin’ the land back with interest and stakes. Truth buried slow where the cold wind howls — Kids go missin' predators end up in ditches because the system likes it's riches.

I was raised in the mountains, where silence spoke loud, Five years old feedin’ oats while the system broke down.
Mountain town to trailer park in the prison’s breath.

Flooded the streets, archives burned, schools changed only in name, still changed to a mass grave. Rebranded genocide with Liberal rules.
Crown wears red but the soil’s stained black From treaties they signed then stabbed in the back.

RCMP got more ghosts than recruits,
Mi’kmaq fishers get raided for rights.
They preach peace while the pipelines bleed, And lock land defenders up for daring to plead, all for Financial greed?
fund the elite, While foster care eats more familys each week.

They'll call me treasonous — hope y'all believe in this. Trudeau cries for votes in a tear-soaked suit, But his cops still shoot where the elders root. I see through the flags and Remembrance Day pride When vets beg for shelter and reserves run dry. Carney's just a new boot. Shelters are packed and the elders get used. We're all kinda use to getting abused.

No flag, no crown, no anthem I claim, Just scars on names they tried to erase.
rhymes like a drum stolen from tribes,
Each bar’s a court case that never arrived.
I don’t want your throne, I don’t seek your rose — The cause of death’s written in every line I compose.

Tomb of the Living, Rise Regardless.

When the world stops pretending…
Is when revolution begins.

This world ain’t built to save you,
that don’t mean you let it break you.
Feel the fire, its purpose not pain,
Another chance to rise again through acid rain. Stop taking shame to the Brain. Reclame your name.

This world plots quiet deaths beneath our feet, dont reach for defeat when your graves incomplete. The streets don’t sleep — they just swallow the weak. Fame don’t mean a thing when your soul’s on E,
Hearts pleading to bleed, but they suffer quietly. Riots in the streets, bleeding in the sheets. Young girls turned objects, never felt seen, Young kings trade their futures for a clip and a beam. Desperately tryna feel free. This system feeds off silence and shame, So speak like your life depends on the weight of your name. fxxx a Cuban chain, it can't numb the pain.

Dreams fade into machines, desperately seeking what freedom means. They say “You chose this life,” but that’s a setup from birth, what a curse. Kinda Feels rehearsed. the ladder’s under the dirt, hard to unearth, they mock the climb. they've had me caged since birth. Praying you revert, obey & stay hurt.

I seen lions rise from the lowest of lows,
Bleeding in the dark, still taking the blows. No applause - just a war in their souls.

You ain't your past, your pain, or your sins, You decide when the next chapter begins. Rotten culture tryna pimp your depression, But healing is rebellion? - not just a suggestion? Feel like I'm being tested. Patience is a blessing.

This world’s a tomb for the living,
But I swear to God — you still got something worth giving. More than the trauma, more than the shame, More than a pawn in their rigged little games.

Wake up - even if your hands shake, - even if you're voice Quakes.
Stand tall — even when everything breaks. Even if that backbone aches.

I know it's tolling but Pride ain’t found in who talks the loudest, it’s built in silence where you still answer your callings. Keep brawling. They'll never stop trolling.

sellin chains disguised as gold,
But freedom starts when you refuse to fold. - I've seen addicts turn poets, killers turn dads, The worst flip pain into plans they never had.

We all got scars — don’t let ‘em define you, Let 'em guide you, refine you. not blind you, bind you, or confine you.
The streets rot kids in digital silence,
Fentanyl dreams and government funded violence. Crys are getting Silenced.

A lion among lambs — I was prophesied,
the shepherd's corrupted, sold out to televised lies. How they blame the starving for crumbs just to survive?
It’s deception, wrapped in suits and ties. This world is running outta time.

Rotten to the core, this culture’s turned into soft-core porn, selling pain in a slow-mo war. rebranded and reborn. We build our own prisons, decorate the gate, While the fake play gods and perpetuate hate. Is that y'all's fate?

This world’s a tomb for the living,
Cold hearts, fake gods, no forgiving.
Divided by design, lost in the climb,
Now everybody bleeds but they call it the grind? Don't be blind.

Corrupt minds in rented power suits,
Preach peace while they train boys to shoot in mud-soaked boots. Pawns in the game — born just to fall, While the rich make bets & wish death on us all.

They teach submission in school, then rebellion in rap, Confuse the youth — now they are stuck in a trap. Abusers disguised in a victim complex, Leak trauma for likes, no context, just text. & Think That's a Big flex? What a mess.

Politicians sip blood from a goblet of votes, Say your life has value till you gasp and choke. Kids are on drugs, lead in their water and nobody hears the cries, But no one speaks up ‘til their own daughter dies.

Stress got 'em smokin’ till they panic and slip, everyone's manic & wonders why the city feels like a sinking ship.
The dead can’t provide, and the living barely cope, So boys become soldiers, clinging to hope.

Feels like we're all destined to fall into a crawl, While CEOs eat steak behind concrete walls. Where pride’s been replaced by fear and distraction, And noise wins wars instead of real action. Everyone's living based on reaction - not purpose. Not passion. fxxx your factions.

This world’s a tomb for the living,
But I swear - you ain't done, keep on giving. You're more than pain, more than shame. You're more than a piece in their capital game.

Wake up even if your hands still shake,
Stand tall even when everything breaks. Pride ain’t found in who talks the loudest, It’s forged in the silence when you still move mountains.

You ain’t broke you’re rebuilding the frames, You ain’t lost you’re rerouting through the flames. patronized into silence, still screaming through the cries, were the only ones they couldn't fxxxin colonize.