Listen to Me - Killah Priest

I light my candles under Saint Anthony

Burning rosemary for friends and families, for those buried

For all humanity and soul’s heavy

Ride through life like an old Chevy

Look at the world through your rear view

And honk your horn till they hear you

So after you’re gone it’s tribute

For all the pain that you’ve lived through

Rainstorms are now clear blue

A king’s gone on your mural, wings form in the spiritual

The ritual for those we long here’s my tears and a tissue

I opened it, look how they turned to diamonds

Shows your reflection cause you’re still shining

The worldly body had to do some dying

Transformation, so I leave this here with the plants of fragrance

Before you roam the land of the ancient

My mind’s an enigma filled with broken pictures

The spiritual thug could see clearer now

So, just listen to me, just listen to me

Just listen to me, just listen to me

Light up a cigar let the aroma reach ya

It’s like the smile on the Mona Lisa

Holding a child that rose on Easter

Like a cloud passing over Giza

Peep the style of my older teachers

Sipping Crown as he blow his cheeba

Where hustlers lead up

The mothers and grievers receive a hug from the preacher

Abundances are cousins and nieces

And nephew, God bless you

Markus daily you made the heart heavy, departed too early

You the seen the reign of stock on that dark prairie

On know your ghost floats through them bars pearly

Comfort for Aunt Chery

After cremation we dreaming their faces

In Kingdoms that’s gated, though it seems spacious

It’s meditated in Heavenly places

All human families that destined will make it

God became Man so that Man becomes God

On the land and amongst stars

Reminisce when I ran with my young squad

Cuff his hands, caught a gun charge

Bullet wounds, jailed, some scarred

Shout outs to Love, Shop, Brood, Tommy, Rocket, Sun God

From Gates Ave. Niffy was a great man

Put his face inside a stained glass

Wearing crucifixes and gang flags

His weed storm passes on then it rains down on my peoples

I see Sean Bond walking through walls

I see Mark Spark flowing through halls

Tommy Rock coming through floors

Plus continue grieving my heart

When I speak in the dark, I weep in the park

The spirit departs of Mark

Lyrical sharp as shark

From the roots to the trunk to the bark

This is my art;

this is my Ark of Noah, Joana

Farewell I sail from the Narc’s which is the holy body

Stained Glass paragraph, preparation of the gospel of peace

Apostle or Beast, colossal on streets

Starring at the walls till the walls become a door

The Door opened, before me was a great ocean

And a throne with my two sides, my Omens and my chosen, fantasize

I let it fly from hell or rise

Mesmerized by the enterprise starship, mega-size

God lifts then our hypnotised projects flipped its scribes

I start climbing out this hell-hole as the souls go

There’s no eyeing like understanding

There’s no blindness like ignorance

Better then a young man’s knowledge is the old man’s experience

There’s no evil to sickness, nothing so dreaded as death

What’s the heal for forgiveness?

Pride before fall, look inside myself and did some cleansing

Drop my defenses, begin the rinsing

Tonight a lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man

Like a cave in the African lands

The Immaculate stand to inhabit what’s grand

Above is the black poison clouds

You only got one life so enjoy it now

And cherish the day before you perish away

We all inherit the grave;

these are the letters that say:

Together we pray, Heaven’s amaze

Shed tears in my silver Offering bowl

Incense burn Patchouli smoke for the lost souls

At the fork in the road