Solitude of Enoch
Ka Lyrics


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It's hard to say, every sentence is pain
Brothers killing brothers, descendants of Cain
Props if getting knocked, and no mentioning names
I had to steal all that time I spent in the flame

(Cain rose up against Abel, his brother) all that time I spent in the flame
(and slew him) I had to steal all that time I spent in the flame
Got to be in grace first to fall from it
That money chase birthed the full summit
Was wasteful as big eyes and a small stomach
Funny used to call my friends money, I lost hundreds
From low lands, sugar no man, God fearing
Had death threats, not deaf yet, I'm hard hearing
Revenge is the engine, with my heart steering
Enough disastrous crashes, had to star veering
Had to use your fists to change your fiscal
Figuring how to get rich became the ritual
As teens bought full magazines, if we had an issue
We all had beef, but for dinner having gristle
All hooded, even headed in doubt, I'm sure-footed
Fear built relationships rapport couldn't
Being angelic get you popped, saying something that's off-putting
Feeling weak for being in love like a Moor shouldn't
Was action packed, had you capped just to hate hub
For years spoke the code like every place bugged
Since them dudes in school, move like I taste blood
Fights brought forty nights, like the great flood
Still a nexus to the treacherous gutter
Kept two, never monochrome, my gift technicolor
Like the coat of Joseph, hope it don't affect my brother
Became man in the house quick, had to protect my mother
One of my cousins said hey was gon' beat me like my pops
I blacked out, was ready to leave him in a box
My sister calmed me down, saw me reaching for the shots
That's my linchpin, sine then, we been on the rocks

It's hard to say, every sentence is pain
Brothers killing brothers, descendants of Cain
Props if getting knocked, and no mentioning names
I had to steal all that time I spent in the flame

Every sentence is pain
Descendants of Cain

(Let him among you who is without sin cast the first stone)

May your life be fruitful I appeal to you
I'm defense against ten trying to conceal the truth
Breaded when I medicine, that's what a healer do
Out here was too rough to bluff, every dealer knew
Don't mind if it was gross, this hope's genetic
Did the most to cope when the coast wasn't copacetic
When I rapped to you it's natural, no synthetic
Survivors of my father, it's my old genetic
I rhymed like divinity
Times the inner me cry from the imagery
Where we stood, no neighborhood sinner-free
From the curb, if any deserve to win it's me
To quiet the stomach, we had to rummage
Father gave it all denominations, but wanted hundreds
I wanted hundreds
I wanted hundreds
We got it popping at the top of the morning
Couldn't imagine what mothers on gutter blocks was enduring
We took the hits 'cause the knot was alluring
My boy back up top, got popped for his urine
If a man slips, bent grip on his vice
We try our best to get it, could triple the price
Though crew did it for food, not to be dripping in ice
Pray the stocks stack on my blocks, but liquid is nice
Known to throw trips, show fifths, dip with the dice
Dusk to dawn, much go on, know ubiquitous nights
They get paid out trade route like you shipping a spice




The meek heard, "Turn the other cheek"
I got different advice, I got different advice

Overall Meaning

The song "Solitude of Enoch" by Ka is a reflection on his life growing up in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, surrounded by poverty, violence, and the struggle to survive. The first verse acknowledges the pain of the world around him, where brothers kill brothers and people are more concerned with maintaining their reputation than standing up for what is right. Ka also references the biblical story of Cain and Abel, hinting that his own life has been touched by similar themes of jealousy and betrayal.


The second verse delves into Ka's own personal struggles, discussing his experiences with poverty, loss, and violence. He shares how he had to fight to survive and achieve success, even if it meant engaging in illegal activities to make ends meet. He reflects on how growing up in a violent community affected his relationships and his ability to trust others.


The third verse is a reflection on how Ka has coped with his past and how his experiences have shaped him into the person he is today. He expresses his gratitude for the healing power of music and how it has helped him cope with his troubled past. Ka also shares his hope that his music can serve as an inspiration for others who may be struggling to overcome similar challenges.


Overall, "Solitude of Enoch" is a powerful and introspective song that explores the complex realities of growing up in a violent and impoverished community.


Line by Line Meaning

It's hard to say, every sentence is pain
Communicating is difficult, as every word spoken is filled with emotional distress


Brothers killing brothers, descendants of Cain
Siblings are harming each other, just like Cain murdered Abel according to the biblical story


Props if getting knocked, and no mentioning names
Respect is given to those who take a hit without snitching or naming others involved


I had to steal all that time I spent in the flame
Endured much suffering and pain to learn valuable lessons and gain experience


Got to be in grace first to fall from it
Must first have achieved a state of goodness before being able to lose it


That money chase birthed the full summit
The pursuit of wealth led to great success and achievement


Was wasteful as big eyes and a small stomach
Spent recklessly, like being greedy with one's vision but lacking in appetite


Funny used to call my friends money, I lost hundreds
Ironically referred to his friends as 'money', but actually lost significant amounts of money due to poor financial decisions


From low lands, sugar no man, God fearing
Came from humble beginnings, with plenty of hardships but still remaining devoutly religious


Had death threats, not deaf yet, I'm hard hearing
Received threatening messages, but still remained vigilant and alert to potential danger


Revenge is the engine, with my heart steering
Motivated by a desire for vengeance, in control of one's own actions and feelings


Enough disastrous crashes, had to star veering
Suffered too many setbacks and failures, had to change direction and avoid further harm


Had to use your fists to change your fiscal
Had to resort to violence at times to improve one's financial situation


Figuring how to get rich became the ritual
The process of determining how to become wealthy became a habitual practice


As teens bought full magazines, if we had an issue
As teenagers, bought magazines containing dangerous weapons, in case of conflict with others


We all had beef, but for dinner having gristle
Everyone had conflicts with others, but still had to eat meat that was tough and inedible


All hooded, even headed in doubt, I'm sure-footed
Wearing hoods and in constant doubt, yet still moving forward boldly and confidently


Fear built relationships rapport couldn't
Fear contributed to building relationships that could not be easily replaced or forgotten


Being angelic get you popped, saying something that's off-putting
Trying to act virtuously can lead to danger, as saying something that is unpleasant can cause harm


Feeling weak for being in love like a Moor shouldn't
Feeling shameful for loving someone, as it goes against cultural norms and expectations


Was action packed, had you capped just to hate hub
Life was filled with action and danger, and people would shoot others out of jealousy or hatred


For years spoke the code like every place bugged
Spoke using a secret code, as if every location was monitored or bugged


Since them dudes in school, move like I taste blood
Ever since some people in school threatened me, I've been acting hyper-alert and ready for conflict


Fights brought forty nights, like the great flood
Frequent violence caused many long and difficult periods of conflict, like the biblical flood


Still a nexus to the treacherous gutter
Still connected to the harsh and dangerous aspects of life


Kept two, never monochrome, my gift technicolor
Always kept two weapons, never the same color, symbolizing a diverse and versatile skillset


Like the coat of Joseph, hope it don't affect my brother
Wearing nice clothes or having success should not lead to jealousy or conflict with others


Became man in the house quick, had to protect my mother
Had to grow up and become the man of the house quickly, in order to protect and care for one's mother


One of my cousins said hey was gon' beat me like my pops
One of my cousins threatened to physically harm me, like my own father had done before


I blacked out, was ready to leave him in a box
Reached a level of uncontrollable rage and was prepared to harm the cousin who threatened me


My sister calmed me down, saw me reaching for the shots
My sister helped me calm down, as I was about to use a weapon to harm my cousin


That's my linchpin, since then, we been on the rocks
That moment was the turning point for our relationship, and it has been strained since then


May your life be fruitful I appeal to you
Wishing that someone's life will be filled with abundance and success


I'm defense against ten trying to conceal the truth
Feeling like one is the lone defender against many who are trying to hide the truth


Breaded when I medicine, that's what a healer do
Financing my own healing, that's what it means to be a true healer


Out here was too rough to bluff, every dealer knew
The streets were too harsh and dangerous to rely on trickery or deception, every drug dealer was aware of this


Don't mind if it was gross, this hope's genetic
Doesn't matter if the situation is difficult or unpleasant, the hope for success and prosperity is an inherent part of one's being


Did the most to cope when the coast wasn't copacetic
Did everything possible to deal with difficult times, when things were not going smoothly


When I rapped to you it's natural, no synthetic
When I rapped, it was genuine and authentic, not artificial or fake


Survivors of my father, it's my old genetic
Surviving and overcoming the issues instilled by my father is a part of my innate character


I rhymed like divinity
My rhymes were divine and transcendent


Times the inner me cry from the imagery
Sometimes my emotions are so powerful, that I am moved to tears by my own lyrics


Where we stood, no neighborhood sinner-free
Our community had its share of wrongdoers and sinners, no area was completely free of such people


From the curb, if any deserve to win it's me
Starting from a disadvantaged position, if anyone deserves to succeed and thrive, it's me


To quiet the stomach, we had to rummage
To alleviate hunger and survive, we had to scavenge for whatever food we could find


Father gave it all denominations, but wanted hundreds
Father gave money in various currencies, but preferred large sums of cash


We got it popping at the top of the morning
We were active and productive early in the day


Couldn't imagine what mothers on gutter blocks was enduring
Can't fathom the hardships that mothers who live in harsh neighborhoods were facing


We took the hits 'cause the knot was alluring
We accepted the consequences and risks, because the reward was tempting and attractive


My boy back up top, got popped for his urine
My friend who was recently released from prison, was arrested again because of a failed drug test


If a man slips, bent grip on his vice
If a person makes a mistake, they become more tightly bound to their bad habits


We try our best to get it, could triple the price
We work hard to obtain what we want, often resorting to illegal or unethical methods that can greatly inflate the cost


Though crew did it for food, not to be dripping in ice
Although members of our group engaged in criminal activity to survive, it was not to show off flashy material possessions


Pray the stocks stack on my blocks, but liquid is nice
Hoping that investments in the community will increase in value, but cash is also a valuable asset


Known to throw trips, show fifths, dip with the dice
Known to take drugs, brandish firearms, and gamble recklessly


Dusk to dawn, much go on, know ubiquitous nights
From morning until nightfall, there is a constant state of activity and danger that is always present


They get paid out trade route like you shipping a spice
People are getting rich through illegal trade, just like one would make a profit through selling valuable spices


The meek heard, 'Turn the other cheek'
The humble and powerless are told to remain passive and not retaliate


I got different advice, I got different advice
Personally, I have been advised to not act like a victim and to instead fight back when necessary




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Kaseem Ryan

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