Obama Incense

[Verse 1]

What's it hurt, lotto and liquor?

Gin on the breath, the goddess whisper

My yard littered with crack stems and scratch off tickets

Money house blessings, Obama incense

A clean sweep, remove your shoes before you enter

For weeks my brain been in a blender

Blew dust off the Kalimba

If only I remember

In the East, drafty windows, graphic innuendoes

Blacker than black, but it's home

Growing old, scattered bones on the doorstep

Caution, I'm a native New Yorker

It's all love, I still love her, but I feel like I lost one

Port rums and raw paper, spook chasers say he fell out the lord's favor

Crewless nature, roll the dice where dead men walk down Cypress

One for every unearned non-indictment

Violence begets violence, make it hot

Devil water out the hydrant, the block stifling

Triple checking locks

Weaves on fire, coked out pimps write diner Yelp reviews in hotel parking lots

Somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday morning

You want it all but it can't save you

You want it all but it can't save you

Same sun no matter who you pray to

Babies wave guns out in plain view

Why play to lose?

Fools confuse the blues of paying dues

I'm Black Herman in a fugue state

The moon waits for my invitation

Snake handler in the store front

A natty suit with some gold fronts

Meet him in the annex, fifteen hundred cash

And a honey turkey sammich, banish all evil

Speeding down the Jackie Rob, palm fronds and musky oils

When walls go bump in the night

Wild rice for the gods

A hundred elders, four sides of the planet

They chanted increase, the word was granted

Abundance in the highest

Loyal fire keeper of the promise

Conjured out the ether for salt eaters

Dream weavers and palm readers

Seekers of worlds

[?] wanna destroy you

Skin of the soil

Somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday morning

You want it all but it can't save you

You want it all but it can't save you