Letras
Ahh, Stogie
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing
Look, tonight's plot involves a coming of the gods
A touch of Rocky IV, box Apollo when I'm left to write these songs
Channel Rachmaninoff, fuck the fame, my star sign is carnivore
Don't buy a face, buy the catalog
It pays for the battle scars, my crazed cousin unemployed
Always had a plan, saying, "What you need a hobby for?"
Lobby for larger portions, shot in the dark
Hit guitars and organs 'cause I got heart, not just a fuckin' organ
If you track my origins, no sight of fortunes
Just tryna duck my father's luck and what my momma cautioned
Now winding up inside my trucks is a viable option
With higher ups dividing up a sizable portion
Dialogue with bosses, my cloth a different fiber caught in
Pick apart your outfit off this piece of art that Michael conjured
Bring out the coffins, let you dine of raw, sing out the chorus
And tell your followers the departed required offerings
I'm here ticking boxes, you tick-tocking Twitter typing nonsense
Web shooters with no spider toxins
I might retire and spend my nights at them silent auctions
The way we wired, just surviving is a higher calling
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing
I can't pretend I can't feel it
Pain in my soul, it gets cold, I can't heal it
I'm just tryna climb a sky that ain't got no ceiling
All these tears tell a story that I carried through the fire
But even a candle must die out in the evening
Your role to mourn keeps revealing, misleading me
Down another path, I keep on turning my back on you
And everything else I'm up, and it's reeling
No healing
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing
You can tell the niggas with the right etiquette
Who came up from being dope and moved medicine
My rhetoric has always seemed to be menacing
Their flesh has melanin, the shooters with me pushing melanin
It's all lies depending on who's telling it
We only purchase work depending on who's selling it
The message to my enemies is you niggas irrelevant
The mission that we on for this cream to us is heaven sent
I never said something I never meant or didn't like
I grab my kryptonite, the black label for the crib tonight
In 2020 what my vision like
I could've sold it to your sister but I thought that would be impolite
The truth is they didn't want it with Longz
Stogie told me we activating all the alarms
My demeanor calm, I walked in with the Nina palmed
I've been eating so much food that I could feed your moms
We just out here tryna get it all together
This is not a good time, nigga, we here forever
I move the lever, push snow in any weather
The young Mandela, the block treat me like I'm Fela
I robbed the teller and "I'm sorry" is all I could tell her
They pocket watch on beats, let me rock it acapella
Ungazom' chela, izinja zam' ziyasebenza
I press and enter, the mag fold you in the center
I can't pretend I can't feel it
Pain in my soul, it gets cold, I can't heal it
I'm just tryna climb a sky that ain't got no ceiling
All these tears tell a story that I carried through the fire
But even a candle must die out in the evening
Your role to mourn keeps revealing, misleading me
Down another path, I keep on turning my back on you
And everything else I'm up, and it's reeling
No healing
No healing, no healing
No healing, no healing