The Quest - Attica Blues/Roger Robinson
Written by：Roba El-Essawy/Nwachukwu/C. Williams/R. El-Essawy/A. Nwachukwu/R. Robinson
I am
I am searching
I am searching for faith beauty and hip-hop
I am searching for all those who died between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free from bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the rasping edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies
Serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an hour
Are we devoured by blind faith in the powers that be
Are these words as tense as drawn bow strings
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees
Answer me
Answer me you ts elliots in goose down jackets
With your felt tip urban hieroglyphs spliff smoke and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched fists 'round the mike
Answer me you angels in adidas
Tell me
Do mc's still howl rhymes into the purple black of midnight
Do they still fight to make arrangements with
Deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist
I need yearning voices of mangled passion
I need rehearsed create those style of faith and fashion
I'm searching for hip-hop beats stomping feet to
Implore the buget ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm searching for perfumed cherry blossoms and
