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Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?) Who’s my Lord? (How does it feel?) Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?) Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?) I was beggin’ God for a sign, shine a beacon of light, I know I ain't livin' right Every day is darkness in this dusty apartment Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson Misdirected, I gripped the weapon, connect it to my temple Resentful to be so sinful, demons on my mental (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dreamin' of when things werе simple On SNL with Kanye, poppin' Ace at thе 40/40 next to Beyoncé Now I felt like Michelle and Kelly As if my destiny wasn't manifested for me At the same time, my dog James fightin' an attempted class X felony Rottin' in Cook County with rapists, facin’ forty years He’d be lucky to get a twenty-piece My conversations with him were therapy Imaginin' how he could be so optimistic Prayin’ in front of a toilet with no pot to p*ss in He told me, "Stop and listen Allah gives me my freedom If I keep him inside, these devils could never hold my mind in my prison And you outside b*t*hin' You need to practice some gratitude Take heed to the blessings that he granted you" Waitin' by this phone (This phone) Better days are comin' (Comin’, I know) I know you've been gone so long (So long) But one day you'll be home again (Home again) Just waitin' by that jail phone (By that jail phone) Better days are comin' (Comin', I know) I know you've been gone so long (You've been gone so long) But one day you'll be home again Before long, I'm introduced on the phone to a brother named Moosa See, Moosa been in Dixon prison since he was a junior Sentenced to twenty-five years at fourteen, as an adolescent shooter, uh I knew him through my sister Aja Monet She asked me if I can help to shed some light on his case We hop on the horn, knowledge is born Rapping 'bout criminalization of the Black boy Conversation moved forward, then James asked what's the chance he'd be sent to Dixon He said, "Slim to none, Illinois got fifty prisons I got a clemency petition, you could help me pitch it Hold on, let me call you back, the C.O.'s b*t*hin'" (Oh, get the f**k up) As James' trial date approached fruition I'm goin' through my own trials, caught a gun possession for the .40 cal' All this positive sh*t and, really, I'm hardly different Thinkin' I might end up in a cell right by these n***as My mind started flippin' when I heard the judge's decision A decade and a half They don't want him home 'til 2035 That's that sh*t'll make you spazz Grab a C.O. and slit his throat with a broken glass Last but not least, in the feat of serendipity This n***a got sent to the same penitentiary I kid you not, on the same cell block So close to this n***a Moosa that they could share a cot James start goin' to Jumu'ah He puttin' me on the Quran I'm takin' fruit from the faith of Islam Meditatin' on my burdens as I pray to Allah To keep my head high through the hoopla He's surrounded by the wolves in a pool of sharks Fightin' over phone time (Come on, man, motherf**kers got kids, too) Wrong place, wrong time Moosa got into an altercation, on some petty sh*t Wasn't even really his beef, it was his celly's sh*t Blood everywhere, teeth knocked out (Goofy ass n***a) Busted his mouth, somebody shout Next thing you know the C.O.'s is stomping 'em out (Hey, break it up, as*h**es) Last hope of freedom cast in the shadow of doubt All the classes and the programs, dirty toilet bowl hands Hopin' it wasn't all for nothin' Fast forward to our next discussion He still stressin' over the repercussions He told me he came across an initiative Surroundin' the COVID concernin' clemency prisoners I doubted the significance, I mean sh*t, how could it be? He ain't supposed to see the streets until 2033 I sent a note to the governor's desk, I knew he wouldn't read I got the call from his lady, three days later, he's home free We passed through great arches Fortress of stone Hands and hair as coarse as wool Feet like burnished bronze as we march through the sea In all of your glory (In all of your glory) You need not fear For the tides are turning There's a wind in your sails (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Keep on dreaming, keep on loving Keep on moving, keep on discovering, yeah, yeah Keep on existing, keep on resisting Keep on fighting, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, yeah
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