Will-O-The-Wisp

Tryna chase my confidence
Rudolph to the gold in my skin
On the porch, binging off this gin
Tryna turn this bottle to some promises
Discontent, camping in the promise land
Waiting for blessings to rain, rain, rain
Sandy toes, trailing with this caravan
ain't no plans, just demands
And I'm sitting on this corner
Mr.Brown, he just chilling with his hands out
So, yknow, I just slip him a couple dollars
Then my spirit start to holler, at our municipality
Where the fuck, our government with hand outs
Starving, black families in doubt
Searching for some ways...to mitigate the growls
Intestines and inner sprit testedupon these holy grounds
Shepard's crave 'fore we see the vapor smile
See the light, I'm reaching for it
Even if the barrels aimed at my fortress
I can't wait too much longer
I can't chase too much longer
The Will-o-the-Wisp

9-18, my numerology
Gs creep in high numbers
Police creep in high numbers
Pauper feel the burner on his head as he slumber
Chasing after confidence, cuz they ripped it off our statues, from our temples, from our hieroglyphics
From our land, from our families
Now we travel through the forest
Tryna find the light, I'm feeling antsy
Ante up, Kaduna rivers from the iris kiss the plough of all the fallen soldiers who can't get back up
On the cusp, I slither to the righteous with the dough calling out behind me, should I stick him up
Nah, scratch the itch, you got work to
Lead the fools out the greed and gruel
Feed the spirits to push enlightened stools
Taller than they made you seem
Knocked you 'fore you got the chance to see yourself as royalty
Royal Hogs lounging after killing us
That really piss me off
Aye, Lemme pick one off
From this Earth, I'm taking off
Reaching for the light, might end up in a tomb, Laura Croft
The Will-o-the-Wisp