From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Raised where the lampposts lean, fiends chanting ghost hymns
Roaches in the pantry, hope vanished with the soap film
Wake up say our prayers feeling famished so we go sin
Stomach singing solos in the shadows where the cold been
Froze limbs heart decayed from vengeance we been broke since
Whole skin calloused from the malice that we soaked in
Slogans in the stairwell, smoke wrapped the banisters
Ghetto taught us algebra that coke math to amateurs
Hope dashed, calendars marked time with scavengers
Soul snatched, damage turned to poems for the passengers
Corner was a catechism, sermons in the cipher flames
Murder was the syllabus, the pistol was the idol frame
Curtains on the innocence, they twisted what the Bible claimed
Purpose in the bitterness, persistence in the tidal pain
Nurses turned to witnesses, addictions gave the rivals reign
Fortunes felt irrelevant when coffins was the final bank
Portraits of benevolence got scorched when the iron clang
Verse 2:
His dogs cane corso seen him shot inside torso
Told to pray for peace by a priest who never wore chrome
He learned love most lethal when it’s dressed in his kin's clothes
Tryna build heaven where the devil let sin grow
Heart was iced out not the type to let his wrist show
Wonder what he meant for underneath his skin cold
Pocket full of promises that noone had intent for
Pill bottle sermons, vodka in communion,
Life taught him losses, but the lesson was confusing
Mind full of ruins, soul stitched with contusions
Tears stuck in his throat you see the smiles just illusions
Searching for the light again, been lost in some the darkest days
Heart decays, every step feel hollow this where karma lay
Push away the ones that love him just so he can guard the pain
Drowning in the silence while they’re all begging to borrow faith
His past a cage with bars engraved thats strengthens as the trauma rage
Verse 3:
I prayed into the static where the stations played the blasphemous
Cousin swore that God was in the barrel when he blasted it
I wrestled with the silence, saw my spirit turn antagonist
The mirror held a monster but the scars became my management
Every piece a puzzle where my future felt like accident
Teacher told me “promise,” but the streets teaching me pragmatist
Now I lace the pain with language, paint a canvas from the grit
Resilience is armor, still I wonder what my damage is
I swore I’d be the opposite, but poverty’s repetitive
You gamble with your destiny, the reaper want his settlement
I said loyalty a currency most people tend to overspend
So trust was put on curfew, then deserted us for relevance
Society has branded u we marvel at they negligence
Tryna make amends for every sin my younger self supplied
Prayers sound like whispered bids for bail when hope is ostracized
My spirit still negotiates with demons I can’t exorcise