When the sun falls and the nights rises, who do u run to

ya better pray for protection
bring darkness whenever I come through

we killing the old gods and facade's now

they tell me hades is where I'm bound
but I can't relate in a whole different lane, in the depths of the pit is where I'm found

Venus and Saturn lobe child
bit they winder why I'm so wild
and why I like my music so loud

its soul mane its the soul mane

melanin to the 9th power
on a soul plane, not a soul plain

in my crew and we came to devour

all fear mongering cowards.Injure ya mind when I enter, to help ya remember
just what ya came here for
ya calling call in
we living in the midst of
a bunch of pretenders
with hidden agendas
the fallen the fallen.I bear the light not wrong and right but strictly neutral
I bear the fig the tree ok knowledge mighty fruitful
u stuck in the past its a new age we came tear it down
let it get in u the thoughts of freedom is a dangerous sound
and I got little bit Mo
than what u think I had in store
man this is a doozy I'm truly the one u should follow and that's what I know
all the way into the abyss
sip and fellowship with me over this
such a beautiful sight, its gone be one hell of a night.We don't die we multiply
let you light shine til ya die
I see through ego, but he don't know what we know.

Truth be told this rap game is mundane
as public education, where they dumb the babies,

and the teachers play around, with the future of a god forsaken nation
I know, don’t nobody wanna hear about that,
they rather I close a book and take it back to the trap
I know I’m playin with danger, got me feelin like baby Jesus in the manger
so I make bangers to get them devils up off me
kill em slow, mastered my craft this life fell like I done lived it before
so how i end up at the liquor store again
playin with temptation and it always win in the end
then i end up thinking about the women i players and shoulda did better
its a cold world when karma come around, now I’m mobbing the streets in this weather with a thin sweaterHow you feel about it/ how you feel about her
Gotta let her know 2xI promise I’m in tune, ya’ll the ones trippin
I drop jewel for the goons and the ones living
addicted to that silver spoon out there in the suburbs
where the grass is always green, not the lawn the herb
the ones who realize silence is consent
and honest bout the politics within
the land of the free been thuggin
how u think they at the top
and every pastor got himself a BenzWhere the passion where the struggle where yo story at
where to hustle where yo grind where yo money at?
did u pay dues or did ya let ya self get used for propaganda to guarantee u don’t lose
so many questions, not enough time to answer
is it really a choice tween broke and buying a phantom
not for the kids in the ghetto
down the street from the kids learning cello
wondering where what they eat tonight
too many syrup sandwiches ya’ll think and why they aint thinking right.