Video The Neighbourhood Tale de Achaz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Achaz - The Neighbourhood Tale Lyrics

[Achaz]

Have you been in a dream that's never been part of your consciousness//a future you never saw from your past as you reminis//cause fear held you captive, tutored you, made you its apprentice//the hour glass is running gotta dust off your lenses

So you can see better, leave insecurities defenceless//lack of self esteem and doubt got you running in the Olympics// triathlon of offences got you running, jumping fences//cause from your hood you had a very poor view of success

But I'll lend you my eyes, peel of the cataracts,the blindness//Unscrew the eyelids drink in the light of your greatness//I'll pass you hope that's found in Christ when you hopeless//I used to live like you a life that was faithless

But I found a light in the tunnel, that funneled out the doubt//filtered the dark cloud in the room then I moved from the crowd//I let the beef pass way, clean blood, there's no gout//my walking stance is upright my soul is off the ground

See I'm passing my thoughts and belief, I hope you're hearing me//if I could but maybe share a bit of my memories on a silver screen//let you walk in my dreams to see what was haunting me//my daydreams were moonlit my fear eclipsing me

Depression was a villain, chilling in the corner of my mind//confession I was singing, seeing in the dark of my eyes//till Christ came and gravity did my mind defy//black boy fly, ascended the footstool is the sky

My dreams are above cloud 9, pipeline, reservoir, ocean vision I never see the shore, not at all//sailing off, rocket mind I'm blasting off, all these weights casting off, slave mind lost it all, in Christ I'm gaining all

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed//my heart builds it, my mouth to speak it
Doubt I never feel it, pain on anaesthetic//fear, low self esteem see I just let them haemorrhage


Can you save a lost soul, can your bars bring hope, can your raps reach over the radio to hug her and console//can your heart be a bigger home, can you help her control, the need to hang the solution on a noose on a tight rope

The razor is whispering death, the echo on a high note//can you be that light bro, the fresh air in thick smoke//can you be that sermon, the prayer, scripture the preacher spoke