From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
I seen caskets close, watched em go buried in they Jordans
Dreams aborted in the corners, fiends recorded in they torment
Wrote my warnings on the walls, we'd risk it all to make a fortune
If these scars could make a picture, know the system would distort it
Paranoia painting murals in graffiti made of trauma,
Watch my partners turn to Brutus for a genie in a bottle.
Seen the product turn to powder, then the powder turn to problems
Now the prophets in the projects scribble Psalms about the slaughter
I lost love due to silence, couple brothers to indictments
My cousins gone due to violence, I lost summers in confinement
Make me summon up the science through the hunger and defiance
I was young when I lost my mind and to this day I cannot find it
Premonitions lacking vision, inhaling fumes of that kitchen
If the past is repetition, then the future’s demolition
Liquor bottles hold confessions, broken spirits spill the proof
Every tyrant with a title tryna silence what we knew
Verse 2:
I drew equations in the ashes where the addicts lit they pipes
Where the static in the night became the anthem of the fight
Heard them pastors couldn’t fathom how we rationed out our light
Every habit was a hazard just to balance out the dice
Know there’s bounty on the innocent, the county breed despair
Every ounce we counted out was like announcing we don’t care
We was drowning in the drought, yet still accounting every prayer
Cause them mountains that we scaled was just the mountains of repair
I saw mothers pray to ceilings, son neglected behind bars
While the fiends auditioned God, bullet holes getting sent through cars
Watched as angels traded clouds for some maddog and cigars
The streetlights steady flicker like they practicing applause
Need connects where poverty and prophecy compete for breath
Read the text, it's written in the rust that coats the reaper’s steps
Weak men preach power, but they cower when the heat’s intense
We’ve been tense, war-forged honor where the weak relent
Verse 3:
In the mirror I see phantoms that resemble fallen kin
The real truth is every triumph feel identical to sin
The joy is just a mask when your hope become paper-thin
Crimson sprayed over cement for the guilty who won’t repent
I been wrestling with heaven while the devil bound my limbs
Addicts baptized in that alley watching faith drip off a stem
Veins laced in mercury, the chalice pours a scorched trope
War woven stitches into fabric where remorse broke
Torch smoke scribbles hieroglyphics on the court’s cloak
Lords gloat, laughing while they mapping out a corpse slope
Fangs dipped in opulence, the pendant holds a cryptic weight
Whispers slither symphonies through hallways where the gifted wait
Drift estates, marble halls enchanted with a splintered fate
Script is laced, written on the backs of those who risked the gates
Eyes glazed with reverie, visions twisting morality
Guarding proudly our prophecies, you can’t dollar outta me