[ Featuring The Alchemist ]
Always late with the epiphanies
Like might coulda handled that differently
At least admit you had your hand in the misery
It's no mystery, group therapy
I poured the kerosene in group, watched the fire leap
A shred of truth is all a liar need
It all burn the same when the fire feed
Men wrack our brains over past deeds
Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep
Wrapped in shower curtain or bedsheet, the bones picked clean
Heir apparent, I inherited a bloodstained throne for a seat
I can't afford not to believe in things unseen
But belief always been dangerous to me
Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed
The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask
The transcript read like Cam'ron skits
Something wrong with mahf*ckers, I don't know what it is
Am I my brother's keeper, nigga
I got my own shit, excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses
The crowd want blood, the firing squad blackened face cupids
It's always two sides to the story
The gory details is online, feel like Maury
Am I my brother's keeper, nigga?
I got my own shit excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses
Freefall, limbs flailing in the blackness
Hundred hands slap, pardon self, sinkhole blast
Landed, earth mover, new gold standard, Armand Hammer
Broke exotic on grand piano, melting candelabras
Clocks blink midnight, no invites
Who's the livest? You haven't mastered meter
So you must respect it as it pertains to
How I freak it, ayy, don't ask me no questions
I believe in black secrecy, plumbed to the depths
Where language drowns in the thick of spirit
Bodies humbly collapse fetal, eye of a thousand needles
World beat, heavy kick, my city stiff both liniment
And a .22 under Ms. Bunches' pillow, she read the room
And spit snuff, bore thirteen babies and outlived all but two
I love to talk with fools
I hate circling the drain and repeating myself
Unless I'm barring on a stage, the price done doubled
The ice pebbled, the mint muddled, a vision receiving
All I signal out, there's a part beyond me, plus chaos
