Nameless
N.killah Lyrics

Birth from seed, I was once indeed unruined by what life force feeds.
I originated from a seed, untainted by the influences that sustain life.

Us, being held in the shadows so long. I’ll proceed to speak and exceed.
We have been concealed in darkness for a significant duration, but now I will speak up and surpass all expectations.

Thus. It’s been such 30 motherfucking years, the blood, the weight, the shelter, the tears.
Hence, I have experienced thirty long years filled with struggle, sacrifice, protection, and sadness.

To break the cradle, I was able to solidify doubts as I swam in this fable.
In order to escape from the limitations, I managed to overcome uncertainties while navigating through this imaginary tale.

Crawling, from the crowds that kill the conscious it comments.
Slowly moving away from the masses that suppress their own conscience.

And Vomits, the soul out as you bleed from its profits.
And it forcefully expels the essence within you, causing you to suffer while others benefit.

Against Ingenuity becoming revolutionary.
Challenging the suppression of creative ideas and striving to become a catalyst for change.

Stuck in the pocket of masters that are adversaries.
Trapped within the control of individuals who are both dominant and hostile.

Its cold world and I don’t need a fucking blanket. No shelter, no drama, no help just stop asking.
The world is harsh and I don't require any comfort. I reject any form of protection, unnecessary complications, and assistance, so please refrain from offering.

I make the way and I cement the pavement, I watch my steps and I don’t fuck with basic.
I pave my own path and solidify my presence. I am cautious in my actions and I refuse to engage with ordinary individuals.

We float among as we remain nameless, taken back we don’t even know our genetics.
We exist without recognition, lost in anonymity, and we are unaware of our true origins.

To some extent. We only rely on aesthetics. To keep the image fuckable, to die for generics.
To a certain degree, our reliance is solely on appearances. We aim to maintain an attractive image, even if it means sacrificing originality for conformity.

It’s a well known fact, never doing what we’re told and as we’re burning alive, with no desire to know.
It is widely acknowledged that we never conform to expectations and even if we are engulfed in intense suffering, we have no inclination to seek understanding.

The places, the faces you think you’re safe in. Too complacent and faceless to be evasive.
The environments and individuals you believe provide security are actually too comfortable and lack individuality to be genuinely evasive.

As I look before me, what is that I will see? All the hopes and the smiles, all the lights and the dreams? Nope, heartless motherfuckers who take heads, get head, throwing motherfuckers away when enough’s said.
When I gaze ahead, what do I behold? Not visions of aspirations, happiness, brightness, or dreams. Instead, heartless individuals who manipulate and forget others once they have served their purpose.

Laying your life in another’s hands, trust its fucking with your plan. Conquer yourself, no time for middle men.
Placing your life in someone else's control jeopardizes your own plans. Instead, take charge of yourself and eliminate the need for intermediaries.

Puzzles to figure out what is sealed, when no one is fucking real. Let them drown in the doubt they know they feel.
Attempting to decipher the hidden truths when nobody is truly authentic. Let those individuals drown in the uncertainty they are aware of.

Living as an asset in history. You want to know, just come and see. Follow the haze, smoking the best weed.
Existing as a mere object of significance in the making of history. If you wish to discover, simply come and witness. Follow the confusion and indulge in the highest quality marijuana.

Words are hollow but I fill them with hollow-points. Aiming at those thinking that they cannot be destroyed.
Language lacks substance, yet I infuse it with piercing ammunition. Directing my aim towards those who believe they are invulnerable.

Drama can only paint the pain of a picture. Stripping the self of the soil to get richer.
Conflict and sensationalism merely illustrate the agony depicted in an image. Stripping away one's identity to attain wealth.

Lost in the sauce for days without a helping hand. Cutting out the devils in I, kills the idle man.
Confused and distracted for an extended period without any assistance. Removing the inner demons within me puts an end to complacency.

Before my time, before the hate, before the love, before my fate. I take the soul that I will make.
Prior to my existence, before experiencing animosity or affection, before my predetermined destiny. I take control of the soul that will define me.

Cross contamination breaks and curses out of this misery. Some Kathy Bates hides leisurely.
The mingling of negativity severs the chains that bind us to suffering. A reference to a character played by Kathy Bates who conceals her malicious intentions with ease.

Our shadow stalks so languidly. Forty six and two I strive to be. In the blackest eyes so lovingly.
Our dark side follows us lazily. I aspire to transcend my current state of being and evolve into a more complete version of myself. This transformation is represented by having eyes as dark as obsidian.

Beneath that we love to see. To remind us of our permanence, our pertinent, old perennial rudiments. That live to die on their wings, spent.
Beneath the surface, we find pleasure. It serves as a reminder of our enduring nature, our significant and everlasting fundamental aspects. These elements persist until their eventual demise, having exhausted all possibilities.

So fuck it all with no regrets. My last will in this testament. No repent. No apologies. And no resent. I’m gone.
Therefore, I reject everything without remorse. This is my final declaration before departing. No remorse. No apologies. And no bitterness. I am no longer present.