On some deep shit. Did the math, there is only .0000134 percent of the known population that has listened to spark. That is what platoon is being all about. That outcast from everyone else on this planet. Bless up spark, not only are you a genius lyricist. You are a well spoke individual. #swoup
People will hear what their lives let them listen to. The saying you can lead a horse to water but cant make them drink it applies the same. Most people are either too stuck up their own asses or are too dumb to let themselves actually think about something other than titties and money.. even if you recorded the combination to the lock and the location of a perfect life then played the recording to them they still couldnt see the light from the shit on their knees sticking them down to continue sucking life’s dick until they die..
This song is deeper than most think. "Brothers mean nothing and a dollar means something" is truth. Drug addict street shit. RIP Zach. Spark is a real one.
Can't stop comin back to this. Tryna put so many mfs on Spark but its clear u gotta be a rare breed to rock with this type shit. When they aint receptive it jus makes me feel stronger #PaperPlatoonFaLife #CharlieChickenSwoup
When the time come to grow my wings Run a flame set ablaze on my floating lips When my skies open wide and I glow it in And I see my whole family and my only friend I'm on my knees at the gates they ain't let me in Young tape you're too late look at where you've been From a world of where you hate and you kill your kin Were you cheat a fellow tape just to make an end Fake breaker kill a friend Brothers mean nothing, a dollar means something Young children they fuck'em, but you're religious or something And all your jungles you cut them, your city's disgusting You run by the judgement and scared colored assumptions Turn around and look down and you can't see through the clouds Cause your climate has changed and all ya birds flew south Crying pelicans they gargle black dirt in their mouths For new developments to only herd the old family out Gold chain on your chest that you had on your neck Everytime you took a breath the young child faces death Everytime you raindanced a black bird lost a nest Or depressed at a graveyard with no family left You made it rain with your bullets, so you dreaming in red Entire aim of your existence was to steal from the dead Your people study but they learn to put webcams in their head Meanwhile you're starving and you're robbing for a penance of bread Be it religion or the color of your skin You look for difference just to kill another man Be it the money or the drugs or the gangs I'll be the killer on the corner at the slang Young daughter in a warzone, a father had to been He never came back so she made her matches drain Mama try explain, but real dabbles in no lane so she said my little princess in the snow it never rain The world is frozen over, word is inexposure Fame is just a drug and we're dying in this coma Swoups is just a glud of black hands that lit the clover This world was filled for love but it's spinning for the soldier When the time come to grow my way Run a flame set ablaze on my floating lips When my skies open wide and I glow it in And I see my whole family and my only friend I'm on my knees at the gates they ain't let me in Young tape you're too late look at where you've been From a world of where you hate and you kill your kin Were you cheat a fellow tape just to make an end Fake breaker kill-a Brothers mean nothing, a dollar means something Young children they fuck'm, but your religious or something And all your jungles you cut them, your city is disgusting You run by the judgement and scared colored assumptions Praise the music it's time to play the lyrics
May the storms of tomorrow warn us of what we have lost here today I as we the people the free people united we stand because divided as you can see we fall
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 When the time come to grow my wings Run a flame set ablaze on my floating lips When my skies override and I glow it in And I see my whole family and my only friend I'm on my knees at the gates they ain't let me in Young tape you're too late look at where you've been From a world of where you hate and you kill your kin Were you cheat a fellow tape just to make an end Fake breaker kill a friend Brothers mean nothing, a dollar means something Young children they fuck'em, but you're religious or something And all your jungles you cut them, your city's disgusting You run by the judgement and scared colored assumptions Turn around and look down and you can't see through the clouds Cause your climate has changed and all ya birds flew south Crying pelicans they gargle black dirt in their mouths For new developments to only herd the old family out Gold chain on your chest that you had on your neck Everytime you took a breath a young child faces death Everytime you raindanced a black bird lost a nest Or depressed at a graveyard with no family left You made it rain with your bullets, so you dreaming in red Entire aim of your existence was to steal from the dead Your people study but they learn to put webcams in their head Meanwhile you're starving and you're robbing for a penance of bread Be it religion or the color of your skin You look for difference just to kill another man Be it the money or the drugs or the gangs I'll be the killer on the corner at the slang Young daughter in a warzone, a father had to bang He never came back so she made her matches grey Mama try explain, but real dabbles in no lane so she said my little princess in the snow it never rain The world is frozen over, word is inexposure Fame is just a drug and we're dying in this coma Swoups is just a glud of black hands that lit the clover This world was filled for love but it's spinning for the soldier When the time come to grow my wings Run a flame set ablaze on my floating lips When my skies override and I glow it in And I see my whole family and my only friend I'm on my knees at the gates they ain't let me in Young tape you're too late look at where you've been From a world of where you hate and you kill your kin Were you cheat a fellow tape just to make an end Fake breaker kill-a Brothers mean nothing, a dollar means something Young children they fuck'em, but you're religious or something And all your jungles you cut them, your city is disgusting You run by the judgement and scared colored assumptions Praise the music it's time to play the lyrics
Since i start listening to Spark a few years ago i was so flashed by this pure genius skills and feelings he expresses with his music. Its just something else, you cant describe this style. And this song is just an experience. Dope as always. Im so happy that i found out about Spark.
When the time come to grow my wings, Run a flame, set ablaze on my floating limbs. When my skies open wide, and I glow it in. And I see my whole family, and my only friend. I'm on my knees at the gates, they ain't let me in. "Young Tape you're too late, look at where you've been..." "From a world of where you hate, and you kill your kin. Where you cheat a fellow Tape, just to make an end. Fate break, and kill a friend. Brothers mean nothing, a dollar means something. Young children they fuck 'em, but you're religious or something? And all your jungles, you cut them. Your city's disgusting. You run by the judgement Of skin-coloured assumptions. Turn around and look down, and you can't see through the clouds. Cause your climate has changed, and all your birds flew south. Crying pelicans, they gargle black dirt in their mouths, For new developments, to only herd the old family out. Gold chain on your chest, that you had on your neck, Every time you took a breath, a young child faces death. Every time you rain-danced, a black bird lost a nest, Or depressed at a graveyard with no family left. You made it rain with your bullets, so you dreaming in red. Entire aim of your existence, was to steal from the dead. Your people study, but they learn to put webcams in their head. Meanwhile you're starving, and you're robbing for a pan of some bread. Be it religion, or the colour of your skin, You look for difference just to kill another man." Be it the money or the drugs or the gangs, I'll be the killer on the corner at the slang. Young daughter in a war-zone, her father had to bang. He never came back, so she met him at his grave. Mama tried explain, but the devils had no name, So she said, "My little princess, in the snow, it never rain." The world is frozen over, worth is in exposure. Fame is just a drug, and we're dying in this coma. Swoups is just the glove, the black hands that lit the clover. This world was built for love, but it's spinning for the soldier.
Thanks for taking the effort. I was hearing FAKE not FATE. I think Fate makes more sense. I hear gainz, but gangs fit better indeed in context of the rest of the lyrics. What does "the black hands that lit the clover" mean? This song for me goes in GOD Tier, the world will hear. Just not yet. Thanks Platoon fam.
@@Ggomta idk exactly but I considered it similar to the GZA/ Wu line "struck the match from the underground, industry ignited" just they're sparking the knowledge or conversation or whatever to get you thinking about the big picture. I think it could be taken in a number of ways. No problem bro the lyrics struck my as brilliant I wanted to type them out just to be able to read along feel me
@@willyumche yea man, i do that with all the songs, glad i came across your version it cleared out some doubts. My only doubt left is “devils” vs “a few dabbles” and no names. Going microscopic on the lyrics as u can see hah
@@Ggomta hmm ya could be. I heard devils and it sorta fits with the whole "war pigs" idea and mother trying to explain why the father died. But ya there's no way to say for sure, plus shits open to interpretation feel me This shit is powerful af though thanks for bringing me back
this song is how i know (without knowing spark), i feel we would get along. the biggest cruelty of life is those you love will die. the second, all those youll never get to meet. and not just spark, all the like minded fans. there simply too many people and too many families and stories, existence is crazy. maybe one day! lol if were afforded that luck
This is probably your best song so far. At least, it's my favorite song you've made to date. It's a very nice and welcome change of pace from your last two albums/EPs It has substance without being dull/repetitive like a lot of songs from Silhouette of a Sunkken City.
