My biggest enemy look like me, not a Mamaluk

Mantra and Meditation really the only antidote

 

They had us hangin’ on a tree, devil ain’t even good at lyin’

I work to kill the flesh, metaphysically crucifyin’

 

These high society **** takin’ orders from unics

You’d be surprised what Sean Carter missin’ under his tunic

 

501C-3, All these prophets be paid by the government to cause mass confusion, uh

 

I had to ascend above all of my parents’ delusions

Like, Confirmation requires an institution

Like, Turn the other cheek to all your abuses

This isn’t blame, just projections that I now am transmuting

 

I’m releasin’ but still learnin’ to let go

I gotta close the curtain before I can start the show

In a roll that I was never meant to play, but as it goes

To get above can’t run away from what’s below