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]