Be Remembered

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MessenJah of ConQuest drops his first single

Be Remembered (What will you be Remembered for?)

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Be Remembered Lyrics

Ziyase:

Don’t turn the page

I want to see this

Please don’t turn the page

I want to read this

So please tell the writers, the scholars, the readers, the watchers and beg them

Do not turn the page

And please remember me

 

Destro:

What will you be remembered for?

 

MessenJah:

The Historian clears his table and sets aside his instruments

Diligence will not know a better example than how he’s into this

His book lays open, his pen is like a brush

He strokes as he writes, he is not in a rush

“Memories”, that is the title of his work

He puts his influence in words, he puts entrance in verbs

Dissects plots, scenes; novelty in a novel, brilliance in text

Instilling devices in the way he knew best

Slides a script, switches slides, invites his reader for a ride

Instills his strides in the lives of the people he’d collide

He role plays as a writer, (a contributor), to an anthology

(An encyclopedia), a biography

(He is crafting poetry)

He is ready to fit his page into the book of history

All of his endeavors on a paper filled with memories

He has everyone to thank, for the successes  that he’s had

He turns to the world and says with the history book in his hand

 

Ziyase:

Don’t turn the page

I want to see this

Please don’t turn the page

I want to read this

So please tell the writers, the scholars, the readers, the watchers and beg them

Do not turn the page

And please remember me

 

MessenJah:

This book you read, this publication

Literary work that literally works your imagination

Contains chapters, and each is uniquely mastered right after a master

Who crafted stanzas, supplying questions with answers

Overflowing, overlapping, over paragraphs of parables

Parallel tales of men and women void of paraphrasing

Power phasing through the script Parachuting over lens

Paradigms ready to change

The product of many pens

The history book is a record

(The text, letter and scroll)

Historians assemble

(As subjects of many quotes)

Will I be remembered?

(Remembered in many hearts)

Remembered for how I end

(And not for how I start)

The Historian wrote to inspire the curious

But his page is wiped of the words of his experience

It turns blank, his chapter dwindles and starts to vapourise

His writing vanishes as he cries…

 

Ziyase:

Don’t turn the page

I want to see this

Please don’t turn the page

I want to read this

So please tell the writers, the scholars, the readers, the watchers and beg them

Do not turn the page

And please remember me

 

Destro:

Some will leave a mark

Others a scar

Majority stuck in the vacuum of emptiness never aiming to raise the bar

 

MessenJah:

Will we remember you for your power?

 

Ziyase:

No

 

MessenJah:

Will we remember you for your fame?

 

Ziyase:

No

 

MessenJah:

Will we remember you for your money?

 

Ziyase:

No

 

MessenJah:

Then what will we remember you for?

 

Ziyase:

For the memories, the experience

The love and the care, lessons you shared

The sacrifices you made

 

MessenJah:

The historian begged for his page not to be skipped

For a miracle, (a twist), a dramatic change in the script

His tale is a lesson, a query for us all

To ask

 

Ziyase:

What will you be remembered for!

 

Destro:

I hope they remember you