Valley Of Kings

(álbum: All Praise Is Due - 2020)

Uh huh, yes lawd, knowledge, nigga, uh huh, eh
Set up supplies from the weak and the rotten
We just the lost and forgotten ones, deplorables they call us
Disposable, they threw us out now choose your route and path to ride
There ain't no fucking choices left, it's feast or famine, I ain't starving
No new friends, I really started from the fucking bottom
Fill a fat cigar with the finest flowers, I'm stuck for hours
Cold the cadence like an algorithm, call it alchemy
Out to be the best but who cares, I mean there's more to life
More important things than what's going on in your shallow mind
More pressing matters than making yourself immortalized
More to learn to find the time, we'll get it right I'm sure we will
This shit'll knock a nigga out like Holyfield, we hold our own
Post traumatic paragraphs, the raps and my pen and it's plenty
Pennies for my thoughts but dollar bills for conversation pieces
Humble poet in the pocket make you think like Alan Watts did
Outside of the box diagnostic knocking your door down (uh)
I feel like Nas in '98 I need a new velour
Rolled a 5 pack of the Backwoods in the humidor
Exclusive smoke, elusive ghost, the past we had to let it go
Came back for more except we grasped what they have yet to know (uh)
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
(Held high, held high, held high)

Sometimes I feel as though they hard of hearing
You hit 'em with that heavy flow and that's a conversation period
I, try to ignore and talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, but some fools just love to perform (uh huh)
Put on the Shakespearean ensemble, Othello
Niggas hit the runway and kept it moving like propellers
Smooth, I ain't fuck her I just gave that ho some mo' better
Same ambiance as Chris Wallace in the Coogi sweater
11 passes in a row, the young [?]
Forming the fortress that you can't breach
We don't speak on the telephone, relay the message back n forth
These bastards are no match for us
No fear inside the heart of the generals I precede with
Please give us space to breathe (breathe)
Give us time to think (think)
We just tryna make it happen man by any means (means)
Give us space to breathe (breathe)
Give us time to think (think)
We just tryna make it happen man by any means
This world is insignificant within the grand scheme
Try to keep that shit in mind 'cause it helps with perspective
I don't internalize a thing, I let it it all go, ay, I let it all go

Uh huh, eh, eh, uh huh, eh, uh huh, eh, huh
Now tell me what you got, I'll tell you what I need
Now tell me what you got, I'll tell you what I need
Now tell me what you got, I'll tell you what I need, eh
I'll tell you what I, I need more peace
I need more sleep, I need more rest
I need less stress, I need more cash
I need more love, I need less hate
Shit I need all the above
Shit I love life, my nigga don't you too?
So why you on the edge?
You going off the deep end trying to get ahead
These niggas talking like they wanna trap
Soon as they get caught up in some shit then they turn to acrobats
Flipping on they confidants and even loved ones
All in the name of a lump sum where I come from