I wake up with prayers under my breath
Make sure the stairs is under my steps
Lately I’ve been writing pages under distress
I want to see the new life that’s promised
I want to see the men who lived honest
I want to see the things of Nostradamus, Prophet Muhammad
I look around; all I see is garbage
Kid searching through a dead man’s pockets
The projects, we try to survive
Why we only ask questions when we high?
I want to see the Messiah's enthronement
I want to see the peace and light on the night of atonement
I want to see Heaven on Earth, the afterlife the rebirth
The Nazarite bring Peace to our turf
I know the Devil want it all reversed
It’s all up in the Universe, but you have to some research
If you a leader of your crew, they wanna kill you
You see higher than your team, they wanna shill you
If you talk about the problems in your hood, they wanna replace you
If you try to do good, they gonna hate you
With this mindstate, what do you do?
What path do you choose? Either way you have to pay dues
