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Fi', Fye, Fo', Foom

These aren’t even giants they elephants in the room

There’s a circus in here

We worshiping in a zoo

I’m a monkey, you nothing but a clown in a suit

But I do as I’m taught

Couple tricks that I learned

Punches from monkey bars, you tip and I earned

Or a jungle party pretend that it’s wild up in here

And I swing from a branch up into a lion’s den

Where we friends in the end

Lights off, shows end

And you packing up the case, you be popping open the trunk

Toss me in the booth, it’s an all-black room

Where the only thing alive is the sound of your zoom

And the ignition that revs up my thoughts

Didn’t I ever tell you I might be the Robocop?

I open up my eyes in another black room

With a chair and a table looking like a guard room

You was in a corner screaming;

«Talk to him! Talk to him!

If it’s ever a chance he’ll lose identification tattoo him

You was thinking out the box

But your place in the trunk»

But that trunk would be a part of an elephant in this room

Am I lying?

The ape is talking back

I had those nightmare visions in my mind

Don’t you know this important work that we doing for their minds?

Why you acting like you better than everybody?

We know your story

You been raised upon ‘em offerings and tithes

Actually they know the story of how I grew up

To tighten my lose screws, I only got me screwed up

At first I threw up

But then her fingers got this new touch

She been coming around

Now I be loving this feeling too much, too much

So I be telling my dawgs

But y’all be sniffing my thoughts to see if I only entertain ya

It is «de javu» with the sequel

So now I been convinced entertainment is really the opium

Of the people

One time for analgesics and pain killers

Help me get upon this stage and be your pain killer

I’ll make you numb to your encore

That’s recurring and hurts more

Then Imma get rich from your addiction, cocaine dealers

I’m plain killa

If you see me as just a source of your ecstasy

The music anti-depressants not to be exactly

What I thought I’ll be

But if I ain’t what they want surely they’ll cast me out

Just like they some exorcists

Never thought I’ll walk down this road

With a back pack in my hand

Black man immigrant

Told me Trayvon was high and he black jacked Zimmerman

So I keep a poker face for my black screaming men

I ain’t got pity man

I only got regrets

That all these songs and our protests

Were nothing but operas we set up in free sets

Cos these kitchens where my hommies chopped off from these legs

The same spot y’all wan' set up to eat meth

And these days I ain’t even think that I need breath

And what defile a man ain’t what goes into his chest

Impressive line of defense

But what about what goes into his soul, his spirit and his head?

When every artiste who ever performed was probably under the influence

To impress and influence ya

But y’all got that influenza to the words from a warm heart

From MJ to Brenda Fasie

Word from the good kid

Y’all only wanna trend a classic

Therapy to y’all molly addicts

I ain’t out here trying to let you see as a substitution to your molly habit

Heal my mind Lord

Cause my heart to be free

Teach my eyes to see things

Just the way you see it

Cos these highs we climb only come down to falls

Save my mind from gravity

O Lord I pray

Dark and blurry nights in fantasies that’s not useful

Save me from this drunkenness

And bring me to that day when you’ll send me to rehab

I also represent

Anyone with a will that’s weak

And is fighting and struggling with himself

We’ll do this together, our hands in help

Lord help me, I cannot restrain myself

These flicks «X» ratings

In my private moments I flick «X» pages

That bring me satisfaction in these moments I’m next hating

This life of death that I’m trapped in

I’m next hades. Save me!

I hate me for what I have become

So I’m praying that Lord have mercy and pity upon this son

Whose passions set him on fire, You know Your son burns

Temptations would scorch and leave you cold

But I feel warm

Now you don’t think no more

You just gon' please yourself when the urge comes

You don’t feel no more remorse

Now it is recourse had to these pictures

That leave imaginations forever haunting the soul

That’s the cause of temptations

You gon' be in there feeling thrown in a hole on your own

But not exactly all alone

Feelings in my funny bone and moving pictures in my phone

Come with pleasures then regrets

When these visions in my mind

Gave my life to Christ

Why I gat these sensations in my thighs?

This the addiction that burns with the heat of a tank of propane

So this not a rap ‘bout how I’m slangin' crack or doing cocaine

It’s back to the story of how I grew up

It is reminiscing the first shot that made me throw up

I thought I grew up

Now I’m here thinking I found love with the same girl

Same one that I referenced in the first verse

That’s how you know I’m Abiku that’s re-born every Sunday

Like a phoenix from its ashes

To be burn every Monday

I had to point fingers first so you don’t judge me

I already think I feel Gods wrath

I know You saved me from that life

But I returned to it like I re-incarnated

Back to those chains like re-incarcerated