[Verse 1: Slaine]
Sometimes you gotta accept without an answer why
There's certain universal truths that we can't deny
But somehow, got caught up in this avalanche of lies
Under the illusion that we always had the chance to fly
Amplified by a phantom vibe I romanticized
Tantalized by the same pain in a damsel's eyes
And only hangin' onto strings of abandoned ties
Good I learned to let go of what I can't survive
Perhaps the error is I'm always in pursuit of shit
Wrestlin' with destiny, tryna get the shoe to fit
Testamеnts and effigies burnin' in a sea of flamеs
This is higher learning, I know things will never be the same
What a way to think, dreams dissolve
Buckled from the weight of wealth, I seen it all
A to zinc, suede to felt, I'm cut from a different cloth
You ain't playin' me, nah, you played yourself
Now you don't exist at all
I went from a vicious dog to this evolved, this is all love and war
Nothing fair over here, still hungry and grubbin' more
Take a look arond your circle, tell me which one is fraud
Virtue dead, love is lost, statues of a crumbled god
[Verse 2: Rasheed Chappell]
Let us pray
Whatever god that you pray to, diamond flooded to Jesus
Same rope you tiptoe on, destined to hang you
No angels, it's angles, mass 'em all
Either drown or you weather the storm
Many niggas find religion when a weapon is drawn, or when the gavel drop
Went from having naught to we can see the babylon
Forbidden fruit, take a bite, open your eyes
If the devil's in the details, watch the design
Come disguised as your wildest dreams, what you wanted most
Overdosed, no holy ghost can save you
Rosary and candles, dismantle all your old beliefs
Armageddon, seven-headed unholy beast
There's no retreat from this holy war
And all the demons you fight inside, you can't hold 'em off
You holdin' on, barely clinging to hope
Feed your soul like there's fish and there's loaf, the last supper
The wicked laugh, and the pious all suffer
It's feast or it's famine, and the righteous all hunger
But I'm messiah, in the fire I was forged
Like the steel of this blade made to humble your lord, yo
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Yo, uh
Deep puddles from tears is how I rebuttal
Losing my family to the drugs, rest in peace
Love you to my dead uncle who passed away from the bottle
My cousin in penitentiaries over drugs, he will rob you
Then take the money and sniff it, then instantly go dismiss it
As if it never existed, or like it was always his
Life for these grimy kids, growing up in poverty
Dorchester to Lawrence and Roslindale back to Roxbury
Glocks flurry shots and bury opps when winter start
Dirty cops circle dirty blocks, "Where the stash spot?"
What they ask when they rippin' you outside your new car
Make a move, they pistol-whip you, leave you with a new scar
Sad stories of the troubled youth in the bubblegoose
Catch a slug or two, fuckin' with who don't fuck with you
Never go where you ain't accepted or loved
'Cause you could get left up in a puddle of blood
Literally dealin' with political thieves
Enslave man, put the women and the kids in the street
From back lacerations to mass incarcerations
The government adminstered sick AIDS patients
Try to stay patient, try to be complacent
Calm pacin', sobbin' in my mom's basement
Before these rap pages where fans seen my greatness
I struggled hard, starin' at these statues of a crumbled god
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