Lazarus ft. Tragedy Khadafi

Travel the hood that I'm walking you through Like Curtis Mayfield, I understand the makings of you

Nightmares and vision, heroin, injected in vain You embrace the street, hoping to escape your pain

Growing up praising the hustlers and smugglers But on the inside, like we hurt the real ones who truly love us

Watching the seeds grow, opposite side of the fences I lost my innocence on the block right by the benches

Blood in my eye, gun in my hand A mad child in a promised land, slaying, mothers for grams

From kings to queens to demons and fiends From pyramids to projects, destruction of minds with dead dreams

It seems, lost our culture, lost our gods Selling our soul, to transforms soft to hard

Let us say amen

The only president that matters is dead Black lives matter, let's not forget it

America suffers from amnesia Eats its baby's cabalistic creature