From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
I watched the judge turn a hustler to a ghost in a suit
Thirty winters on his back for what he sold in pursuit
Of a loaf for his lil’ sister, see the culture’s the noose
Now his son gon wear his number, barely know half the truth
The graveyard’s overcrowded but the block gon still recruit
Every dollar made in blood is what the gospel should compute
Why we praise who got the juice, outsiders look at us amused
Half your crew turn into vultures when the famine is real
And your hunger make a monster out a man with a deal
Every brother got a price once the plan is revealed
And the yield another body laying under a shroud
Felonious crowd beware you pay who holding you down
Cause the steel in they palm got a devotional sound
Every shell’s a revelation when it open the ground
I seen the hope inside a soldier turn to ghosts in the clouds
We watched the field burn in fire when the punishment howls
Judgement rides slow where the fiends testify
Saints reside in shadows while the sinners multiply
Verse 2:
Rubble from the slums built up thrones where the pharaohs sat
Marrow cracked souls selling hope out the narrow trap
Shadow casting codes in the scrolls of a tarot map
Flipping birds ironic in narratives of the sparrow’s task
Know shooters died as martyrs whose names we painted on walls
I seen recruiters in the darkness tryna train who will fall
Once saw intruders with carbines rearranging who got called
Now the future feeling haunted by the anguish they’ve installed
Mama praying over gunshots that the Lord might intervene
While we chasing currency our innocence striked down by war machines
Bloodlines rewritten, names vanish from the scene
But the stories of the fallen replay vividly in dreams
Life’s tuition paid in full, blood, ink, and unspoken jeers
My brother we grew up together, now we ain’t spoke in years
Self-righteous peers can’t wash away the sins with sweat and tears
When heaven courts the underworld best you don’t interfere
The meek pray in alleys as the wicked prosper in sin
Cursed be the hands that raise steel over kin
Verse 3:
Brass harps strumming through cathedrals full of shattered oaths
Masked gods judging, cue the needles where the addicts choke
Last dawns coming for the people that the shadows chose
Balance broke, dealing with the devils where the phantoms loathe
Every hope bartered in the violence where the vandals cope
Candles smoke, prayers turn to ashes when the ammo spoke
The damage grows focused though not tryna let the panic show
Comfort breeds a brittle will, leaves integrity lost
Measure all my flaws in carats where the treachery glossed
And keep a chalice full of struggle just to bless with the sauce
They say the safest bet’s to play the fence, but heavy the cost
Watch em fake finesse, evade the trench, but destiny talks
Ash-marked pages sing of prophets that the system crossed
Black tar bubbling, the stove becomes a preacher’s cross
Track scars covering the veins where the secrets tossed
Fathers fade in chains while the children learn to stretch a rock
Every fallen soldier feeds the prophecy we read
And to the child lost and deceived, we grieve