Lyrics & Memories: Evilution
Back around ’94 through ‘’97, I was associated with a crew called ‘Quest 4 Souls’. There were 8 of us in all. I ended up being close to all of them in different ways. But one of them in particular became a unique friend. His name was Bju and he was a native of Trinidad Island. Before I met him I had branched out from my first musical love, hiphop, and started to absorb myself into reggae and its rich culture. Since Bju was from the Caribbean I was immediately attracted to him. And since I was very well versed on Jamaican music, culture and history he, likewise, was drawn to me. We became good friends because of our shared love for the Islands.
Bju had a strong addiction to marijuana. Almost daily he would partake in the aesthetic pleasure of inhaling the weed. Although I did not share his habit we were still cool. His moms would be at work and he would burn it, while I sat their playing Nintendo or cooking top ramen. I was never really a judgmental person. Live and let live. So I let Bju live. But we’d often get into disputes about it. Not because I wanted him to stop. He had to make his own decisions and stick to his own commitments. The reason I would get upset at times, though, is because he wanted to stop. He was always complaining about how he wished he had enough discipline to quite. So I would tell him that he had to make a choice and commit to it. He would reply with some ‘easier said than done’ remark. And it would roll around the pit from there.
I was his friend. I believed in him. But it was his rollercoaster ride. He would try his hardest to quite. It would last a short time, and then the levy would break and the temptation would rush him again.
I remember that there was one time where he seemed to be setting a personal record. Every day I would ask him, “what up?”.
And he would say, “Naw man, I didn’t light any today”.
And so it went day after day. From an ‘every other day’ habit to almost 3 months!
Well one night I was chillin at the crib doing whatever. And outta no where Bju admits to me that he had been lying about not smoking. We had been friends for close to 2 years and although we were punks to eachother at times, we had never been dishonest with one another. He told me that I seemed so proud of him as the days went by that he just kept telling me that he was clean. I knew Bju enough to know that he had very few people ‘proud’ of him in his life. Everything was cool. We were still friends after that and life went on.
But that night, after I gave him dap and bounced out the door, something kept me on the porch of his house. I was sad for Bju. I had pity. To watch a friend struggle so hard with any issue, in such a drastic way, for such a long time gets to be harsh even for the spectators.
So for the next hour and a half I sat under his dim porch light, unbeknownst to him, and wrote the EVILUTION song. In actuality I pretty much plagiarized it from the book of Lamentations in scripture. Bju’s war made me think of a tormented person spiritually crying out for strength. Crying made me think of lamenting. And that directed me towards the book. So I pulled out this dope little pocket bible I had and my notebook and started reading and writing. The book was so thick with imagery that all I had to do was find the rhymes.
In the song I wanted to mimic not the conflict of an inner war, but the times in which you feel like all is hopeless. Like the enemy has the upper hand. Because to Bju it was hopeless. He gave the enemy too much credit and gave up fighting too much.
The track, on the album, was produced by Tim (Sir Roc) from ‘Sackcloth Fashions’. Tim doesn’t ever believe me. But out of all the songs on the PLAGUE album, his soundscape for this one is the closest to what I heard in my head when writing it. It was one of the ones recorded in Hollywood and then mixed down in San Diego.
I always wanted to perform this one live but have actually never done it. I couldn’t really say why. I was just convinced early on that people at a live show would probably not like hearin such a moody song and I bought into that lie.
Pt.1 (EVILUTION: UNHOLY GHOSTS)
NOT EVIL FLESH AND BLOOD BUT EVIL PRINCIPALITIES
THEY TRIED TO DECEIVE ME
SPOKE SOFT LIES SINCE MY MOTHER CONCEIVED ME
I PUT MY EAR TO THE GROUND AND TRIED TO LISTEN FOR THE TRAPS
THEY COMIN' 2,000 MEN ON HORSEBACK
THEY BRINGIN' FORTH THE WAR OF MY ARMAGEDDON
SEEKING FOR SOMEONE TO DEVOUR LIKE A HUNGRY LION
THEY'RE THROWIN' CURIOSITY AT MY BRAIN
USING TECHNIQUES OF TORTURE, THAT ARE JUST NOT HUMANE
BARRING MY WAY WITH BLOCKS OF STONE (Lamentations 3:9 )-ENTICING ME
MUD WAS PLACED UPON MY EYES AND WHEN IT DRIED I COULDN'T SEE
THE AFFLICTION IS COMING AND I CAN FEEL IT (lamentations 3:1)
ATTEMPTS WERE MADE TO END MY LIFE IN THE BOTTOM OF A PIT (Lamentations 3:33)
HANDS WERE PLACED OVER MY MOUTH SO MY LAMENTATIONS COULD NOT REACH THE EARS OF THE MOST HIGH
THEY SAID THAT MY SOUL MUST DIE
AND WHEN I ASKED WHY.....
THEY REVEALED THERE PLAN FOR THIS AND EVERY GENERATION
MANUFACTURE SEEDS OF WICKED AND PLANT THEM IN ALL GARDENS
CONCEPTS OF IMMORALITY HAVE PERMEATED MY HEAD
MY FLESH REBELS AND CHOOSES THE PATH OF THE DEAD
THE GATES OF THE CITY SINK INTO THE EARTH (Lamentations 2:9)
THE BONES WITHIN MY FLESH BREAK AS SIN IS GIVEN BIRTH (Lamentations 3:4)
A NATION OF PAGANS ENTER THE SANCTUARY
THOSE THAT WERE FORBIDDEN ARE NOW MEMBERS OF THE ASSEMBLY (Lamentations 1:10)
THE COMMUNITY IS STUNTED BY EVIL INTENTIONS
AND THE PROPHETS OF THE LORD ARE NO LONGER RECEIVING VISIONS (Lamentations 2:9)
FINE GOLD HAS BECOME DULL, THE SACRED GEMS HAVE BEEN SCATTERED ( Lamentations 4:1)
ON THE CLOTHES OF THE UNRIGHTEOUS INNOCENT RIGHTEOUS BLOOD IS SPLATTERED (Lamentations 4:13)
THOSE WHO ONCE ATE FINE FOODS ARE DESTITUTE IN THE STREETS (Lamentations 4:5)
ALL THIS IS GOING DOWN 'CUASE OF THE INIQUITIES OF THE PRIESTS (Lamentations 4:13)
UNTAINTED BABIES ARE ABORTED
SINS ARE IMPORTED AND EXPORTED
TRANSMISSIONS FROM ON HIGH HAVE BEEN DISTORTED
"RESTORE US TO YOURSELF, SO THAT WE MAY RETURN"
THIS ECHOES IN MY HEAD AS THE FOUNDATIONS BURN...................
...................MY MIND BLURS, TRANSGRESSION MATURES
UNHOLY GHOSTS TO MY RIGHT, UNHOLY GHOSTS TO MY LEFT
LEADING ME DOWN A HALLWAY TO THE MORAL LAW OF DEATH