All I see is caskets and dark shades
All I see is caskets and dark shades
Killers and hurricanes
On that big paper chase
Searching for God's face
Eyy
Speeding in a car chase destination dark cage
Heart of a young Mike starved of all sun-light
A star in the slum die, hard be the war cry
Mud in our eyes, wild dogs, on the wrong side
Out on the run, why Lord, can't these doves fly
Shot for they took flight, welcome to a crook's life
Young lil ones run with guns here, no lie
Sold lies, no emotions, in cold eyes
Whole lives, spent running through these cross fires
Sole prize, was to hope that our souls rise
Till then ski mask, and a 4-5
Eyyy
Congo to Jamaica big paper chaser
Somalia with my rebels
Trying to reach to higher levels
Haiti back to Kenya
Every move be major
Eyyy every move be major
Grandma was a healer, still I'm rolling with them killers
In the heart of Nigeria, chasing after millions
Hard to look inside that mirror, still protected by them prayers
Momma warned about my greed, seen that portal appear
That's a different type of fear, when your spirits still at stake
Mountain full of snakes about to fall on my grave
Two guns in my face, can you relate?
Visions of light, a beautiful wife,
Or lost in a hole where they murdered your hope
At the gateway of hell trying to buy back your soul
I was trapping baby in the den of sins
How we going make amends
Down on my knee with a wedding ring
Heart turn cold let the devil in
Tears bubbling, like champagne
Shoot-outs, on a Sunday
Frequency and vibe
Keep the demons outside
On these blocks vicious
Chasing spirits through the solar system
A broken village
Of God's children
Halos covered in blood like Lumumba
True African rebels what's the future?
All I see is caskets and dark shades
All I see is caskets and dark shades
Momma
But I pray I see God's face
Momma