Colorful Storms - Panacea, Bilal Salaam

It’s like cold mornings and warm nights to form sights

It’s all bright, and in my head, music makes it feel alright

Cold mornings from long nights, the wrong type

But song strike, and short life from proud sparks and gunfight

Let’s twist scenarios like smoke from a long pipe

Combine it with the cloudiness of life to make the song tight

Cold like waking up from my diagonal sleep

Reminiscing on what happens when the alcohol speaks

(I mean it’s)

Beef and battery, but also son it has to be

Making you feel fly, friendly sky, its down to gravity

Actually, it’s off with the whites the thoughts mapped to me

It’s like a widow queen who wasn’t married happily

Warm nights, I finally put the ideas together

And colonize the place, the rhymes that’s gonna change the weather

Cold the hotness, cold the warm I perform

And now I bring alive for the Colorful Storm

Grinding out them autumn leaves

White sands and green palm trees

Like silhouettes, shadows forms (Ah)

Colorful Storms

Grinding out them autumn leaves

White sands and green palm trees

Like silhouettes, shadows forms (Ah)

Colorful Storms

Yo, at my dining room table is where I write

The world stays impression, still hemmings my father’s life

The soul for holding, now poetry on Gadota

Broken from a tree but still branching to every owner

Now you know I’m gonna just leave you with that to think

I’m like a dog I fuck around with ya ass by instinct

By instinct, I then sink to places with my pen blinks

10 drinks, I have you dance with dead folks and then think

In love with girls that help me see through the past

And other people that’s reflecting ya ass

Same song, different time but its effecting my line

In the mood to freeze the morning, pouring out the sunshine

That’s why I gravitate back to the table, maybe have a plate

Slouch over feel the rolls increase in my fattened shape

Gravitate, whenever see day, I must evaluate

And warm up the night with different bars, I never calculate

Visually, for the changing of age

Adjust the world that we create through every musical page

I play the world and keep creating the stage

I use blue for the loneliness and red for afraid

Turn raindrops to paintdrops that off at every trainstop

Chain spots that make the last place be where the pain stops

Go to the sharks, cuz Pops they at the same spot

I’ve never been there for some reason, it’s strange, I

Been on the road for so long, so things I’m holding on

Leave it open so I can never close a song

It’s never gone, I tie the beam and pull the rope along

To where there’s cold mornings and where the nights are warm