Open Cession

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ?] Sometimes you think you got life mastered, 'til somebody passes Next day you choosing ashes, or funeral caskets My heart beat fasters, reminiscing on bad shit My first born, I blame his death on black magic I take a swig of the flask, so many questions to ask... Was this (?) a blessing or god's wrath? For days my head in the fog, I stay mad Wash away the pain, purple haze, mixed with hash I had to, tattoo your attribute, my son, my blood, my love Absolute, late night talks with the woman who carried you Tears flow fast, no pause, no parachutes Sitting in church, three months since birth Can't believe it was you, yeah I should've been first If you listen closely you hear your heart beat in my verse Sometimes I look at your brother and it hurts [Verse 2: Hell Razah] We been flawed since the age of seven, like it's an open session Watching my pops blast Otis Redding I asked him questions about Armageddon (... heaven and hell?) On earth as it is in heaven... I been a weapon since I turned eleven At fifteen, knocked for drug possessions Seen the older god quoting lessons And for protection wore bullet proof vests For their coke investments At sixteen seen the worst things By seventeen had my first king Then (Selene?) birthed my first seed The Earth bleed when I proceed The hearse leave with my OGs They died quicker than them dope fiends The more money come, the mo' schemes So it's Dillinger's in long sleeves Paranoia from the strong weed (Yo who dat? Who dat?) Hash rolled in banana leaves We stampede through insanity A man bleed for his family A boy died for his fantasy Black Capone with them nina's and chrome You a (?) in the globe I make them sing like it's Nina Simone What's conceived in a poem? In the stomach for this king of the throne I bow my head saying Ghetto prayers for hood blessings Then ask the lord one question Is it projects inside heaven? Will I survive for my son's wedding? And when I die will it be a lesson? May my soul go where it's destined This ain't a roleplay by Charlton Heston Or John Wayne in the old western I'm black Moses, Isaac Hayes Burning the Hendrix, purple haze I heard a voice from the burning flames Telling me god got a certain name After the birth of the virgin came Wait for the sign of the servant's pain My twelve disciples were just like you They draw swords now they listen to the 4th Disciple