“What if I told you that the meek shall inherit the earth? The weak will be delivered and defeat shall be the Devils curse. You might laugh it off and say I’m dreaming, that’ll never work. They’ve called us the forgotten since the days of cotton peddlers. And God don’t even look like us, why you think he’d even care? Why he drop us in the belly of the beast and leave us there? Imma tell u once and see what the truth finna do for us. Just stop being human and be muh effin luminous. Then Lucifer would have to bow down to the swarthy hue in us. Blinded by the light til the darkness comes and consumes of us. Right down to your nucleus, dark matter and Sufi dust pardon me while this royal make it reign on your cumulus. Humility don’t suit me well,
my tribe write in hieroglyphs with a spray can in the midst of hell. This scribe write ghetto parables like Aesop for the infidels. Peace to the original man for being the last standing. Burning Babylon til the tower fell-a crash landing.
Ever since moms delivered, I been praying for deliverance. Raised with the fallen angels, Father playing with forgiveness. Came from nagas to niggas and now we on that drill shit. Only power we know of come from snapping in that steel clip. Get rich or die trying, on that wire trying to stay up. Them suckers out for our blood, so we out raising them stakes up. Hands up, don’t shoot, I know some cats that’ll clap back. Turn your nu era fitted into a god damn snap back. Say we should mirror King, yet u treat us like a slave. bet we nat turner your whole squad and then tap dance on your grave. This Gotham, post apocalypse you Batman and I’m Bane. Imma show you how it feel to be on the back side of this pain. I’m a monster. That’s how these streets made me. Now I’m trying to be reborn but these churches won’t save me. So I’m out for delf, light a candle for my soul. We gon ride out to this choir shout the last line out to this song. Sing!”