O Sicario e o Padre

A little verbiage got me wordage in the weekly
Now everybody treat me like I made the box of Wheaties
My ego defeats me so my ID be walking freely
'Til I put it to bed with marijuana and a Seely
Seal these doubts within the back of my temporal box
And pray to Allah and Jah we never break the locks
The super ego was the builder to the psychic block
Until the undercover ops shot our stock and started plantin' Glocks
Now everybody wants to ride the trend to Basquiat
But they ain’t bout that life
They ain’t never hit that rock bottom
Like Fred when them opps shot him
What the Torah did to Sodom
What the Joker did to Gotham
What the banks do for Rodham
My people try not to trip, for the karma got 'em
See we all die certain death, leaving with some clustered closets
Carry bills with former ills like they some running faucets
I guess in the past life I hadn’t passed go
That still didn’t mean I passed pole, nah
Take your soul for the savior, my nigga
Save yo' soul
I don’t know if I can wait that long
Told them people fret not, little soldier, see the bet hot
They say it take a year before I earn that guest spot
Set up on post-Letterman
Colbert saw our set hot
You see I got a band and we growing like a cash crop
Ask Popovich
Couldn’t predict the type of shit we on
But neither did y’all but don’t regret not playing my songs
Figured bandwagons need gas too
Like a brown bear needs bamboo
Or like I’m Miss Cleo and I’m coming back for round two
A prophet or not
Prophetically stoke the fire of inspirational desire
No promise of golden thoughts
I figured the limit is, further than what we say it is
Figured that limitless is closer than what we think it is
A modest life leads to the smoothest route
I guess as smooth as dad’s heart when that shit petered out
Metered like a boxing bout
It’s when life takes that dive in the 10th is what you see what life’s really
about
Light flickers upon an ashen table
Spare stem with no ends litter these token fables
The voice of my own fear drowns out expensive cable
Lord, prayed to the God like a was Sister Mabel
In three hours I was absent of rent
3000 bucks of money spent
Demos gone too
Through the back them niggas came and went
And no less, they knew my work sched
And had both taken that one pledge
To rob a nigga blind for hero’n and pain meds
My soul clad but I was still dodging them toe tags
With slow drags of greenery, scenery
Filled with nomads
Who bite upon your steez
With the ease of licking ya gonads
And fade into the night
When they figure out they shit is so bad
They shit is so bad