Yeah
Check,

Woke up to the sound of a walker
That's time modified by the body's decay
So I gotta feed grandpa
While I hold back tears
Put a smile on my face
I don't know how my g-ma did it
Offset by the physics
Of the burden she bore
She was certainly sore
But she still went to church
Gave food to the hungry and clothes to the poor
All day with the saint-like complex
Praise like psalms get stuck in ya head
Not stopping for shit
Get a moment to sit
And she pore over bibles for hymns to extend
Now I pull up slack from the back end
Tryna accent that I'm thankful for this
Crib by the lakeside
Wind in my face
Smoke a spliff in the am
While the kid meditate on
How to make the most of the moments
That ain't guaranteed
While you face enemies in the distance
Still entranced with the vanishing point
While enchantresses handle my physical needs
Disappear in the dusk
Leaving a husk
Shell of a human who trust
In collusion with rust
As my years get to touching this skin
Make sure my fears get the bludgeon
Sworn to the covenant
Family and nak taking precedent
Over superfluous other shit
Word to my utterance
Guttural sounds
Visceral notions that words can't pronounce
Follow intuitive hunches
I'm hunting for something that you cannot purchase with clout
Peace of mind that leave you speechless
We playing follow the leader
Pull up the mantle
And act like a man do
I carry the legacy wit me
I handle my shit
Though I had ample assist
Gratitude dapping my kin
Imma turn fate to my bitch
She not gon' know where I been
She not attuned to my wish
Oh you gon' switch?
Hope you don't miss
Judas get thrown to the wind
Walking the line as subjected to gas
And a match and I promise
The shame gonna burn you to crisp
If you leave it unchecked Imma check on you
Never forgot
You was my blood
You feel that deep in your stomach
Turning your back on ya brothers
Dagger in hand as you told them you're only a partial protector
With half of their genes and a bag full of snark
Cause their mother was really the worst
...
Man, fuck her
She not the spawn
just the harpy that brought em
Into this confusing estate
Imma love em for better or worse
Cause the cruelty is played
And they'll deal with enough of it out on these streets
Sheesh
Oh you gon' switch?
Hope you don't miss
Pray that my life is the beach I been promised
I promise you things ain't been peachy
I probably need some assistance adjusting
I hope I can trust you to hold me again
Slowly descend to the pit
Where I love what you've done
With the temple your heartache is in
Oh you gon' switch
Hope you don't miss
Need a chin-guard for the glass jaw
Fists swinging on the spectres
And the ghosts in ya head
Take the L
Team Rocket when you blast off

I wanna exorcise this weight,
Pour up on holy water and backstroke
To the non-believers
Me reaching for Peter while Peter reaching for Jesus
No bitters bit in my lower lip
Lo and behold
Tied toward the actual home of our providence
Hands off the steering wheel
Searching for certainty
Fortune serving me looks
And she draped in the
Star Spangled Macguffin that led the plot forth
They said separate but equally acknowledged
Not if dollars get dropped into collection boxes
We've abolished nothing of the old days
I remember granny cussing, drinking and spilling the tea of my cousins
Then holding court and their hands over thanksgiving dinner
To pray, why he let us be so set in our ways
And even that's up for debate
How we get little black kids to ideate
On the separation of church and state
My staycation in the promised land
Lets me breathe a sigh of relief
But I'm bathed in disbelief
At the things we do
With the name of the big dog