Rap #1
All I get from life is; my psychological wars and their memories.
In this photo, me and my exploding mines.
Known feels, dozens of lost minutes of mine.
Days doesn't end when I am reluctant to everything.
Days sweep all pains with those wounded.
Tomorrow's pages are closed from today.
If life is a novel of my metaphors, people die in people's novels.
I wish I wasn't aware, in the same playground with emotionless children .
Don't look at who deceived you this time, open your eyes and look at who got deceived with those eyes!
Because being deceived is a good thing, believeing is what makes you happy.
What have you created with your hands, a box full of dreams.
Choir of "Amen to prays that won't happen" in the scene
This is the question of my life, makes Yunus run to the answer.
He was about to lose his mind, I saw, his bonus burned away.
Chorus
Traps are near, you aren't aware.
I got a swing, I am swinging in the same playground with emotionless children.
My tears are racing to escape my eyes.
That hard wind which fret my balance is unblockable.
My lost hero, come on, come back.
Rap #2
When those fears leave you, touch me, I wake up.
I remember the looks of old broken scarecrows.
All those known are not enough for me to change my feels.
I know what I know, they are enough to me.
We are dominoes falling onto different places.
Full of different dots, but what you see is the same.
My mind is at where my eyes cannot go.
Area got narrowed, lies got increased, my sweets are on my lips.
My captain request clearance to land from the skies of ignorance.
Only a dumb would fly again after this landing.
Terrain is hard, my boots handle that.
If you bury me before the time, I will get resurrected from my grave.
It's 2016, I'm still doing Hip Hop.
Still at the top floor here.
At a wide balcony seeing everyone clear, I know I tell what I see.