Ascension

Hook Reaching for the stars I don’t care who you are But don’t get caught up Reaching for that cool Sheisty My teachers always told me I should reach for the stars That if I reached far enough I’d reach a creature from mars I kept reaching but the teachings wasn’t reaching my heart I said fuck it started reaching for cars To each his own some teachers teach us peace is shalom While others teach us it’s a brougham with the pieces of chrome Some of you dudes wear gold like tutenkamen While other dudes wear clothes like a buddhist shaman The way I drop jewels niggas is like this dude islamic But I rock shoes in hues that make Judas vomit See my aesthetic somewhere between Kemetic ascetic And a dreaded heretic in a leather fitted And if the weather permited it I might have weathered blizzards I might have spitted where I rested but I never shitted Some will dissect my shit some will never get it Some will say I was clever others whatever with it I’m like the nigga that meditated and levitated Or like the nigga that’s medicated and never made it Some bitches handed me the apple but I never ate it My nodes control codes on which rap is predicated We live this rap shit but y’all niggas fabricate it Some niggas map the genome others navigate it I’m in the labrynth on the sabbath with the staff of David You’ll never find my name engraved on an affadavit We ride in cars that hood niggas buy 20’s for In fact fuck the minivan doors just give me 24’s You know the types that get you whores you pour Henny for And drink plenty more till there’s not any more This is fair warning I’m like a bear snoring While the hurricane’s forming and the rain’s pouring I’m like a cancer in the brain that lays dormant Y’all like answering to claims like paid informants The closest that I’ll ever be to in the air soaring Is the pair of wings on my rare air Jordans Yall niggas is borin’ Hook Deacon Most’ll never get to bat at the field dreams Some people'll never see the sky, they in a guilliteen Everybody lives to die, and the inbetween Is duckin gorilla swings and facing the realer things From a world full of soulless goals I’ve seen children with eyes that were old as gold To some the sky’s like the coldest joke And if you reach for what’s high you might overdose But through the blowin smoke, you gotta see this Our hopes and our dreams concieved by the elitist We fall for the traps, we rats, chasing cheese With the straps, tats, crack and rap, we making g’z All this confusion got us losin’ by a landslide And got the biggest mothafuckaz feelin’ antsized The disillusioned, the disenfranchised Who wanna through the peace sign, but got they hands tied Why ask why, that’s what they wanna teach us They’d rather have us sit in the bleachers and wait for Jesus But I believe He’d rather we doubt what leads us Instead of praising what pleases, ascension Hook