From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
[Verse]
Grew up with the cobras, so my patterns evolved
Cut from a cloth where the fabrics branded in harm
Used to trap with prayers, celebrate passing cigars
Red wine on the marble, when it dries it make art
Disciples of the drought, we baptize in them muddy puddles
Life a quiet riot, seen angels in bloody huddles
Tried to love em through they vices, lifting up the young and troubled
God feel like a rival when survival’s bred through struggle
Sentiments is strangled where the iron'll kiss your destiny
Talk slick, that fire hit, silencers sing in symmetry
I stitched my sanity crooked, with guilt laced in the imagery
A victim to the bliss, now my sermon dripping with infamy
Grandma said the garden only blossom where the rain spill
I’m tryna grow a rose inside a warzone with the same will
Dreams we had was distant, but we grip em like they ain't real
We grew inside the gallows, had to gamble just to gain skill
Coldest hearts been humbled by a summer where the shame chills
A dollar and a dare become the balance for our brain pills
Scars across my mental, every symbol got the same seal
We taught to hold the metal like it’s sacred when the pain builds
Devil knew our name before the angels even came near
Cold nights with heaters that ain't working kept the flame near
Motor oil and martyrdom, I rose up where the reapers lag
Hood mechanics bend the frame, align the whip, then tweak the tags
Iron fists in velvet gloves, the struggle’s masked in royal covers
Snakeskin ties bind the hands that clutch the bread, they toast to others
Rifles in the ribcage, mistake, hunger gave em faith though
Peso’s chasing halos, every dollar got a case load
Chains froze icicles and shackles they in the same glow
Saint’s robes tailored from the fabric of a grave’s hold
War turning scholars into shooters when the scope’s near
Drought'll make a saint become a chef because the coke scarce
Make it out the killer sanctum, test beliefs we both share
Taught to sever faces that once hid the traitor’s smirk
Before we ever had paper, you catch us tracing dirt
Pour a fifth where pavement's hurt
And babies thirst, the hope's a phantom
Famished hands are known to raid the purse and
I'm a page from the Book of Gutta, you can see the stain from work
Stop complaining first, grow up and learn to tame your nerves
Caviar and chaos, pour a toast to the battle scars
Life behind the matte tint, faded dreams in a shadowed car
Heaven’s just a penthouse view if you could learn to shatter bars
But most prefer to tango with the devil in a trap bazaar
These intervals is cynical, time tick in triple views
The glock sound identical to opera in those interludes
Boxed out, them rebels move with choppers in a tinted coupe
Karma is a ritual, the cycles force centrifugal
Time is plush, so every second dripping thats designer rust
Sapphire lenses, got the watch face looking nebula
Clock chase competitors, these stock trades is federal
Top grade etcetera, them shots grazing the messenger
Treasure in my soul but feel the tempest in my aura
I measured every toll, I feel the weight press on my Torah
Heaven’s in my goal, still sense the devils on the border
Letters that I wrote still bleed with lessons from the mourner
I seen parents chasing dragons til they vanish into ghost dust
Kilos made of hieroglyphs, the stove had wrote the opus
Heathens laid the monoliths, the chrome will smokes the soulless
We can only build the future long as we don't give the hope up