Nomento - Billy Woods, E L U C I D

Goosedown in the ghost town push the Peugeot around

Back-in angle parking front the Polo Grounds

Willie Mays plaque same Haze from way back

Dominican Frankincense Sandalwood burnt cinnamon

She not around no mo You wonder where she go

You wonder who she know You wish she was a ho

Your true self show the rest superimposed

All these misery lights remind me I’m home

Cruising slow, stopped copped mofongo to go

Stereo Diamonds on that Wood Pocket Fulla Stones

You wonder if she alone You can’t hit her phone

Pride too strong turn the loud on

Wonder if she really gone

Like gone, gone

C’mon you know she gone that’s a phantom arm

Opera catwalk snicker Rambo knife in my mouth nigga

Best seats in the house

Is it real?

Is it really?

Is it real?

Is it really really?

Is it real?

Is it really?

is it really really?

Is it real?

Is it really?

is it really really?

Is it real?

Is it really?

is it really really?

Pact sealed with cemetery silence

This is me you and this room and bearing witness

This is not my body

However you move I’m behind

Any decision you commit to

There’s no windows in this waiting room

Nobody should have to leave here alone

So many different stories

A common thread

We’re all on the final chapter

Small talk with strangers awkward laughter

Lowering my eyes

I’m not sure how to really feel if I was being real

Cocktail of relief and guilt got my stomach in knots

Watching the clock second hand stopped

Why the fuck is there a TV here playing

Rob Schneider movies on loop

Hunger pang I fast in solidarity

The air is stale

Color drab

Death surrounds us all with a familiar squeeze

We come in need making offerings

The prayers go up and the blessing come running down red

The prayers go up and the blessing come running down red