Letras
Daily conversations with the higher power
You facin' a soul of a rebel
So before I reach my final hour (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
Genocidal survivor, son of a refugee
Revolutionary, my freedom come with a hefty fee
Trapped inside the mind too, tried to talk to God
Told 'em kill all my demons but my angels might die too
Grindin' since I'm age ten
Single mother households tryin' their best to raise men
Know this pain a vessel to gain strength
Dog in my heart, our father's for real the farmer
'Cause what you plant is what you harvest in the field of karma
Troubled economy, struggle and poverty
Embedded in my genetics, so the hustle inside of me
I just know mama was cryin', see pops died young
Immortalized forever, I just go and cock my gun
As I unload and squeeze
I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat, it bleeds
Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams
Had to water the root of all evil, it's growin' seeds
MC's know Mean go deep his soul will bleed
Speak for the wounded to move on
They say anger is grief that's been silent for too long
Became the voice of the voiceless, the voice of my people
And now my time has come, R Dash Mean The Risin' Son
Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
They mad until you give 'em a bag, friendly extortion
Full magazine mangled his frame, that's his misfortune
Red wine straight outta Spain poured from a pitcher
Four hour dinners out with my niggas, pour out some liquor
You was taught to accept things you can't change, I respect that
To me nothin' is monolithic
Nobody exempt from who karma visit
It's Brunello Cuccini when the suits are double breasted
Never locked for drug possession
The Nike head, the prodigal son
Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun, I chilled with each one
I put words of millions of eardrums and brains
A positive conduit for upliftment and change
Everything is a struggle, but lately it's gettin' easy
What come easy won't last, it temporarily please me
Exemplary, a visionary
Ghetto roots, tree on my boots, my kicks vary
I rep truth, Champion sweatsuits
Tea with the royal couple
So we can speak on nationwide protests eruptin'
And help stop the sufferin', but who am I?
A man from QU-NY, until I die a humble guy
Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean & God's Son gon' carry the cross like (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war, I feel it deep as my scars like (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil
R-Mean, let's go
Fuck it, let's go to war (wooh)
Blow out the candle of the devil