Abandoned Language
Dälek Lyrics


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Abandoned language only when i thought my masses couldn't manage.
Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage.
So tragic, that average trajectory.
Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the less of savage.
A fist or full clip might be quick to split that cabbage.
This breath? It takes tactics.
Haven't quite mastered movements after three full decks.
What we seem to go through rarely ever makes sense.
From the scorching country fields to the heart of projects,
What we know of history's always marred in violence.
So I, Etch my own stone into tablets.
Never felt a need to live elaborate.
Fuck them pretty niggas with their rings and silk fabrics.
Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics.
Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard static.
I've had it, Trying to explain this same formula.
Perfect paranoia.
Don't let me trust a soldier.
Thought we'd all understand now since we're older.
They pass manilla folders and 100,000 die.
They built the public schools with factory workers in their eyes.
Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men.
It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids.
Damn we callous.
We kept off balance.


Kept off balance as i harness raw talents
Said a million times prefer bullets to ballots
Kept off balance
Ideas are valid.


2.
Ideas are valid.
They say i'd best whisper
Ideas are valid
They say i'd best whisper
i say i'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers.
Should i aim at own temple or several?
Can't figure.
It's hard to focus, perhaps our last opus.
If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless.
I wrote this with intent to resurrect a John Carlos,
A Huey Newton, a Gueverra in the midst.
Can't accept the struggle's dead when there's blood on our lips.
Positions shift but survival's all basic.
Ain't a fuckin' thing sacred nowadays kid.
Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really changed?
Our peoples been trained to live in tight cage.
The only thing we feel is mad rage.

The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips slipped silent through arthritic grip.
A stoic life lasts instant.
A starved infant would best paint state of our conditions.

Populous with no ambition
Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression.
So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?
These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension.
Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
The meek inherent what and when is my question.
I read your weak history text that never mention
A solitary second of my people's true intentions.

Astute observations kept us mentally replenished.

Resumed rituals retold tales as heretic, within my speech lies the last of my heritage.

Hit headshots with higher average.

All caught in labyrinth, shine when i speak you can't handle it.



Chorus:


Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted.
600 years, ain't a fuckin thing different.
Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment.
The closest thing to paradise is mad distant.



3.
Mind's prism imprisons what light enters to ruin negative
reactions attract interest from factions that lack oral traditions
In fact speech muted like Miles' horn.
Though humble my soul's torn
Tempted to tell more
Labeled a failure
You fail to see my core
Won't let you just ignore
This fight's what we live for
Fragile image ignites wrath of ancestors.
Revamped rhyme pattern gathers pulse from street wars
i seek more
perhaps life's still atypical.
Experience has got me cynical.
Seen our best clipped at pinnacle.
Provide cyanide in form of capsule.
At times it seems my breath is just a hassle
Masked men poised to kidnap for known ransom
Ransack a stack of ill writtens
Reduced to ramble.
Why's our inner streets left in shambles?
I know a niggas got to eat.... but do we got to play sambo?
Suburban copies sloppily repeat what seen on airwaves.
Completely miss gist of dimly lit stairways.
How dare they make us trivial
Made it seem we never counted
My culture's demise was more literal than it sounded
Theories well grounded, inevitably unearth skeletons of fellow men.
Pristine bones got bleached of their melanin
While they teach mere scraps of tinged truth
Corrupts youth
Views constrict these pupils.
The useful made fools with eyes that blur proofs.




My manner's uncouth as they complete loop.
Kept cyclical sense of this noose.

Overall Meaning

In dälek's song "Abandoned Language," the lyrics speak about the loss of wisdom with age, how history is always marred in violence, and how it is easier to start wars than it is to feed children. The song speaks to the struggles of living in poverty and how it affects people's mental health, ambition, and aspirations. The song touches upon themes of injustice, police brutality, and systemic racism. The lyrics also speak of the disillusionment with the government and the power dynamic between those in power and those who are struggling to survive.


The chorus speaks of the frustration of knowing that history repeats itself and that the struggle continues despite efforts to progress. The lyrics of the verse speak about the struggles of youth growing up in poverty, how society has failed to provide opportunities for them to succeed, and how the cycle of poverty is perpetuated with each new generation. The song speaks to the struggles of people of color and how their perspectives are often ignored due to systemic racism and corruption.


Overall, "Abandoned Language" speaks to the struggles of marginalized communities, the disillusionment with the government, and the need for change in society to address systemic issues such as poverty, police brutality and racism.


Line by Line Meaning

Abandoned language only when i thought my masses couldn't manage.
I only gave up on using complex language when I thought the people listening wouldn't understand it.


Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage.
As we get older, we gain knowledge that often becomes cliches or common sayings, losing its original meaning and power.


So tragic, that average trajectory.
The typical path in life is often unfulfilling and disappointing.


Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the less of savage.
Expressing revolutionary or controversial ideas, and having a broad vocabulary, doesn't make someone less of an outcast or 'savage' to society.


A fist or full clip might be quick to split that cabbage.
Physical violence may seem like a fast solution to a problem, but it ultimately destroys and damages.


This breath? It takes tactics.
Living, surviving, fighting for what you believe in requires careful planning and strategy.


Ideas are valid.
All ideas, even controversial or unpopular ones, have value and should be expressed and heard.


They say i'd best whisper
Society demands that certain ideas and perspectives be silenced to maintain the status quo.


I say i'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers.
Despite the pressure to stay quiet, the artist will continue to express themselves through writing and perhaps even radical actions.


Should i aim at own temple or several? Can't figure.
The artist is struggling with whether to take their own life or to take others down with them due to the overwhelming struggle they face in society.


Ain't a fuckin' thing sacred nowadays kid.
In the current state of society, nothing is respected or sacred anymore.


Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really changed?
Even if racism is less obvious, society as a whole has not made enough progress to say things are truly different.


The only thing we feel is mad rage.
People are frustrated and angry due to systemic injustice and oppression.


Suburban copies sloppily repeat what seen on airwaves. Completely miss gist of dimly lit stairways.
People living in privileged suburbs only consume mainstream media and fail to understand the struggles and experiences of those living in poor, urban neighborhoods.


My culture's demise was more literal than it sounded. Theories well grounded, inevitably unearth skeletons of fellow men.
The destruction of the singer's culture was not just figurative, but a real tragedy that has led to generations of struggle and suffering. By examining history, we can find evidence of the unjust treatment of marginalized peoples.


Kept cyclical sense of this noose.
Society maintains a cycle of oppression and systemic injustice, which can feel suffocating and inescapable.


Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted. 600 years, ain't a fuckin thing different. Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment. The closest thing to paradise is mad distant.
Despite the passage of time, society has not made enough progress to truly shift the trajectory of marginalized peoples. People are tired of hearing empty platitudes about overcoming adversity when little has actually changed.


Haven't quite mastered movements after three full decks.
Despite their experience, the singer hasn't quite figured out how to fight against systemic oppression.


From the scorching country fields to the heart of projects, What we know of history's always marred in violence.
Whether it's the violence of slavery, of the projects, or other struggles marginalized peoples have faced, history is full of pain and oppression.


Never felt a need to live elaborate. Fuck them pretty niggas with their rings and silk fabrics.
The artist doesn't care about living lavishly or dressing fancy. They don't respect people who prioritize material wealth over fighting systemic injustice.


Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics. Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard static.
The artist's experience and language may not be considered 'proper' by society, but they find value in it regardless. They find beauty in the chaos and noise of their surroundings.


They built the public schools with factory workers in their eyes. Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men. It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids.
Public education was originally designed to produce obedient factory workers. Since society does not need as many factory workers now, education is not valued as much. Rather than investing in education and bettering society, it seems easier to start wars and perpetuate violence.


Kept off balance as i harness raw talents. Positions shift but survival's all basic.
The singer is trying to find their place in society and use their talents best they can, but it can be difficult to survive when the odds are against them.


The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips slipped silent through arthritic grip.
Even when something brings temporary happiness or relief, it can be difficult to appreciate it fully due to the struggle and pain of everyday life.


These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension. Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
Poor neighborhoods are often rife with tension, anger, and frustration, yet society tends to blame poor people for their own struggles instead of examining the systemic injustice that has created these conditions.


Provide cyanide in form of capsule.
Society feeds people poison, whether it's literal, metaphorical, or both, that may hasten their demise or hinder their ability to fight against injustice.


Ransack a stack of ill writtens. Reduced to ramble.
Even when someone has something important to say or express, society often dismisses and criticizes their efforts.


I know a niggas got to eat.... but do we got to play sambo?
People in poor neighborhoods may feel they have few options to make ends meet and provide for their families, but they shouldn't have to resort to demeaning themselves or their culture in order to survive.


Views constrict these pupils. The useful made fools with eyes that blur proofs.
Society's messages and ideologies can close people's minds and make them blind to the truth or potential solutions to problems.


My manner's uncouth as they complete loop.
The singer's style and attitude may not conform to societal norms, but they will continue to resist and fight against oppression.




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"If younger heads quote this than it's not all hopeless"

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