I got a story to tell you

And it goes like this

Yo

There was a blind man, a dead man, and um, the son of man

And all these motherfuckers said that they was me

I said intriguing, but didn't know who was speaking

So we went to the upper room so we could see

The corpse said I am he, it's obvious so don't try it

Y'all are born to be me, the grave is calling so lay quiet

While

I pour the wine for all the children for some pride

Do this in forgetfulness of me 'cause life is fine

Rewind said the blind because I hear but I ain't seein' it

I can't forget regret it rings my collars, brain and eyes are ripped

Like loneliness, and in the test of vividness we takin' sips

Like the wine we imbibe, but ain't no fuckin' trip

To pull the legs out from death, it just keeps crawling closer

Life ain't but a bit of smoke and pain, why grow older

When the weight of what should have been will drag your head deeper

Into the depths, where mermaids drown you but forget

It's just a bullshit world, like the heaven I can't see

An absurd promise from above but which way is up?

The only sweeter shit grow on the barrel when I squeeze

From dark to dark peace, death I become thee

You see, the next chapter though

It goes a little something like this

It goes one for the trouble, two for the blind

Three bless the dead, four who am I?

I put my pen across the paper, looked upon the son demented

I would rather die than live and never know just who I am

Son of man looked up, and put his knife by his plate

Said I'm the bastard child of god, I've got the cross and the bloody fate

Join the sufferance, my son of pain, and gain fame

Wealth you can't keep, miracles you can't explain

He put his hand on the dead and asked him where he put his soul

He said I sleep inside the furnace to escape from the cold

Blind said I missed the life I lived with eyes closed

Son of man said I haven't asked you shit, so stay froze

Turned the dead into a newborn child, but born blind

The blind he turned dead, but with eyes still looking fine

The stairway to heaven's been closed for renovation

All the sufferers are just waiting for elevation

Son asked did I want to see more, what for?

He laughed, even bastard children find the back door

To the kingdom

You have to kill a man to see what's in him

You never see the river you cross, the only wisdom's that

Brains are full of wine, pens are full of blood

Do this in remembrance of me because we turn to dust

Pain is just change, turn pain to love

Do this in remembrance of me

Listen brothers, He has shown thee

What's required of thee only

To do justly and love mercy

With Selassie to walk humbly

Murderer! But I'm still shining

City's sick and dying but you won't see me crying

In the garden with Selassie changing water into weed

Treetop smoking and y'all can't find me

Murderer! But I'm still shining

City's sick and dying but you won't see me crying

In the garden with Selassie changing water into weed

Treetop smoking and y'all can't find me

Sitting shotty in the Caddy, Jesus in the driver's seat

Sugar on my trigger finger, laugh and life's sweet

Shotty in the Caddy Jesus in the driver's seat

Sugar on my trigger finger, laughin'

I've been talking to the souls that hang from telephone poles

Walking on the coals 'til I grow diamonds on the soles

Of my shoes, speak in tongues and cast the devil out of crews

I run until there's nothing to prove

I've been talking to the souls that hang from telephone poles

Walking on the coals 'til I grow diamonds on the soles

Of my shoes, speak in tongues and cast the devil out of crews

I run until there's nothing to prove

Talking to the souls, telephone poles

Walking on the coals, diamonds on the soles

Speak in tongues and cast the devil out of crews

I run until there's nothing to prove

Now it goes one for the trouble

Two for the deceased

Three for heaven hoping that's where you and I meet

One for the trouble

Two for the deceased

Three for heaven hoping that's where you and I meet

One for the trouble

Two for the deceased

Three for heaven hoping that's where you and I meet

One for the trouble

Two for the deceased

Three for heaven hoping

Still hoping

Still hoping...