One who May Ascend Lyrics by Inferno
As soon as I write a bar, it lights the spark, which ignites the heart
And once the heart is sparked, then the flame
Gets hard to contain
The inferno burns, so there’s no longer a heart that remains
All that remains is the passion and fire
Could you imagine desire flashing inside you as sharp as the pain
As when your art has been maimed?
I’m OMA bitch, it’s not just a name
I ain’t a nigga, gangsta, or entertainer,
I’m God-sent to change your Earth
Don’t ask me why God sent a flame thrower;
I don’t ask questions, I’m meant to take orders
Not to complain, but right now, I’m an arson in rain
Unfulfilled until he’ll go off with a bang
Blowing up, sure enough it’s not just a game
Keep trying to tame me, it only makes me angry;
I’m a hot head; best stomp out the spark because I’m not dead
The passion in my heart and souls hot as coals
Which often makes it hard to hold,
Even though the hot passion I once had when
I first started has gotten cold
The passion in my heart and souls hot as coals
Which often makes it hard to hold,
Even though the hot passion I once had when
I first started has gotten cold
There’s so much that’s eating me alive, it’s heating me inside
I begin to be fried
I stray from the ice tray
They might say “He’s finna be fine”
But who knows if he can be revived?
They say I’m free to leave, but why
Can’t I easily decide, and I need to be confined?
I had a dream men and women were not meant to live in a mental prison
I had to breath, so get my gasoline
As you tell me, I’m supposed to be suppressed
Supposedly, I guess, but I’ve got hopes to be the best
And I don’t much need regrets
Only unless these ropes would leave our necks
Because mine is choking me to death
So if I must, I’ll go from foe to foe, door to door
Toe to toe with the best of the best, blow for blow
Until I make my way up the totem pole
Afterword
Fire knows no laws, no boundaries
Fire is without limitations
If not contained, fire burns
Fire burns with a fury mankind will never comprehend
Because fire is hot
Almost as hot as the flames deep inside my belly
Licking away at the lining of my stomach
That burning desire you so conveniently call “passion”
Yearning so desperately to escape
Biting, clawing, kicking, scratching for an outlet to express itself wholly and fully
Until erupting into inferno
Fire only needs one thing to survive; oxygen
I’ve been suppressed my whole life, whether by external forces, or my own doing
But now that I’ve got a little breathing room,
The result will be nothing less than — XPLOSIVE
