Candle of the Devil

Daily conversations with the higher power You facing a soul of a rebel So before I reach my final hour Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil Genocidal survivor, son of a refugee Revolutionary my freedom come with a hefty fee Trapped inside the mind too Tried to talk to God Told 'em kill all my demons but my angels might die too Grinding since I'm age ten Single mother households trying their best to raise men Know this pain a vessel to gain strength Dawg in my heart our Father's for real the farmer 'Cause what you plant is what you harvest in the field of karma Troubled economy Struggle and poverty embedded in my genetics So the hustle inside of me I just know mama was crying, see pops died young Immortalized forever I just go and cock my gun As I unload and squeeze I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat, it bleeds Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams Had to water the root of all evil it's growing seeds Emcees know Mean go deep his soul will bleed Speak for the wounded to move on They say anger is grief that's been silent for too long Became the voice of the voiceless The voice of my people And now my time has come R-Mean, The Rising Son Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights Mean and God's Son gon' carry the cross like Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil Fuck it, let's go to war I feel it deep as my scars like Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil They mad until you give 'em a bag, friendly extortion Full magazine mangled his frame that's his misfortune Red wine straight outta Spain poured from a pitcher Four-hour dinners out with my niggas, pour out some liquor You was taught to accept things you can't change, I respect that To me nothing is monolithic Nobody exempt from who karma visit It's Brunello Cucinelli when the suits are double-breasted Never locked for drug possession The Nike head The prodigal son Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun I chilled with each one I put words to millions of eardrums and brains A positive conduit for upliftment and change Everything is a struggle but lately it's getting easy What come easy won't last it temporarily please me Exemplary, a visionary Ghetto roots, tree on my boots, my kicks vary I rep truth Champion sweatsuits Tea with the royal couple So we can speak on nationwide protests erupting And help stop the suffering But who am I, a man from QU.NY Until I die a humble guy Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights Mean and God's Son gon' carry the cross like Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil Fuck it, let's go to war I feel it deep as my scars like Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil R-Mean Let's go Fuck it, let's go to war Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil