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I should cut my ear off like Van Gogh
Stop performing at the Clan shows
Watch myself from the audience
Play piano with lit candles
I mean I’ll still perform but the thrill is gone
I don’t feel it strong, maybe ‘cause the wheel is torn
I clutch in a ball ‘cause I’m sick to my gut
Then I brushed off the dust, stood up like I was touched by healing palms
I picked up my shield and three rocks as I’m hearing psalms
Know ye not that ye are gods
And I’ve been blocked by bouncers, overlooked by the announcers
I’m in the stands with the fans which told me many of my albums was like a counselor
They said songs like “Then From Now” got them from then to now
Even “Deja Vu,” they said the old man was you in a reoccurring nightmare where you kept coming back around
I took a picture with him
Then he showed me a picture of his daughter in a cap and gown
He said he put her through college because ‘your words stood up for knowledge’
Said, “to be honest, you’re like a prophet”
I said, “stop it”
He said, “what made you right before quarantine, take us to nebula in a rocket?”
I said it was just my journey to the planet of the gods with divine intervention
Just a mantra I said for the monsters in my head
Kept reliving but we true and living like Three Supermen then he said, "who ya kidding? That was a beautiful listening"
Clan came on, the music was hidden
Chamber while I talk to strangers about his divorce and child support papers
Got a restraining court for his anger
On the cross ‘cause of haters
As goes finish up with the black suede [?] don
They look around, I’m not on, they search backstage and I’m gone
My feelings are set, play the next song
Nobody would remember, he hardly was a member
But the gods was his avengers with the bars always an inventor
From kindergarten to jobs at the center
From the minimart, parking cars for the winter
Kept a penny jar, what’s the odds I get injured
Dreams of a football star was hindered
My love is died, my brother’s demise, my first son arrived in September, Virgo
No more [?] like a turbo, stopping [?] at my circles
Metu Neter, love was eternal
Ancestors, embraced her, saw it in my dreams like Jacob
Wrestle with the devils before I wake up
Or was that an angel in flames who renamed you Killah Priest to join the Wu Tang school?
Say to them, “oh, son of man, now children, go unto land”
Now I’ma send them five deadly venoms

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