The Opener

[Intro - Female Singers - singing] Jesus is the savior, tell him what you want Call him on the main line, tell him what you want Jesus is the savior, tell him what you want What you want, what you want, what you want If you want salvation, tell him what you want Call him on the main line, tell him what you want If you want salvation, tell him what you want What you want, what you want, what you want [Hook - Skyzoo] Twenty-four/seven, three sixty-five Twenty-five years, embedded in these lines If I push the pen past the margin on the side You can feel the words and every part of 'em is I Twenty-four/seven, three sixty-five Twenty-five years, embedded in these lines If I push the pen past the margin on the side You can feel the words and every part of 'em is I (Salvation) [Verse 1 - Skyzoo] So I push it to the far right The bare minimum, overseein the far sight I'm clear into 'em, no belief in the far height Conversatin' with Lucifer under God's light Low when I'm kickin it, caught myself whisperin Coverin my mouth, so if you look you can't figure it Knowin that he read it but I still be pretendin it Knowin I regret it but I still put my fist in it Waited on a long run From the same places that they all from First name basis with the wrong one Still by the end of it, I back and forth wonder who be listenin I don't second guess it, I'm just visionin Pardon my inquisitive Saw the other hand and wanted the upper hand but ain't agree with the grip on it You see the hardest thing I ever had to do Was determine what I could and what I couldn't tell to you If it's worth it, then I'm good and I'm good to get it through But if it's not, then I'm just workin to pursue a pedestal And off top, I could show 'em the end reel It's hard to really chill or sit still Commit to the page I write a rhyme, sometimes I won't finish for days Cause before I get to finish, all the imagery change But the game is the same along with the Bodeg' Next to the liquor store where all of the hope lays I mean, the Arthur Agees could bypass the baggies But the common goal is drop hoops in broad day So you play the hallway, with your heart on your sleeve And the walls is like a car to the beat, follow leads I mean, the temp got you walkin before you get up And the wrath of it'll put you anywhere that you want You see from behind the crowd And even your dreams get to see from behind the clouds But speakin is not allowed Mama said peace when she see that you out of bounds Her sight's good but her believin is by the ground And so she kneeled down, hands folded in unison Her cares in the air, tryin to follow the truth in it +Tears For Fears+ and +The World+ He +Rulin+ In Burner under the pillow, you don't sleep if you usin it I call it like I see it And if ever the call fails, I redial, call and hope you receive it By unanimous decision, all of 'em's tellin me That it's me that could paint true Brooklyn like Shelton Lee I ain't aim to make a classic, I aim to state what happens And if the outcome gets praised, then blame the havoc If the outcome gets praised, then blame the tragic Cause everything I pen is a mirror of your reactions And everywhere I've been is mirrored within the absence Where they four five through the static They say that the habits is head strong And the more that it's pressed on The deeper you indulge and I could be dead wrong But if I end up gettin any of this right There shouldn't be anything left to write, right? So [Hook]