[Interlude]

[Atlas]

He said, “Hot metal cups turn to rusty tin cans

And life is what happens while you busy makin plans

And desperate youth are starvin for a million dollar mixtape

Mouths full of dust, hands diggin through a milk crate

Bullet hole soul plates rise up the pop charts

They sing about it all from broken hearts to pussy farts

New fish to fry on the corner every evenin

Steady paper chasin, ain’t no time for grievin.”

Sick fit, needle kit, I passed the man another beer

He wiped away a tear as the piano died slowly

Washed down the aftertaste of fifty years on planet earth

Tryin to live up to the dream of bein holy

“Lord why can’t I be buried underneath a tree

With no more trouble for my worried mind?

Every single day I get the blues, and even when it’s beautiful

Still I think that I could leave it all behind.”

I said, “Eyes on the prize. Heads up, brother. Walk straight

Keep ‘em in your cross hares. Never ever hesitate

Fools try and rise against the God and I enlighten them

Bring me dark days and gloomy thoughts and I will brighten them

Waste not, want not sonny. Save your energy

I & I is rockin with that uncut synergy

Float above the clouds on my ever-bloomin flower

Phoenix risin, yeah I got that bird-of-fire power

Knife fight, white light, two emcees clashin

Sharp tongues spittin gritty rhymes with a passion

Art is all that matters so I do it till my last breath

Look at how I cook a verse, seasoned like a master chef

Serve it to the people who have ears to hear

Tell ‘em compliments of a heart that’s sincere

Here to be the catalyst for a brand new dream

I’m John Coltrane. Believe I got a love supreme