Hijrah ft. Hobbes Duende Lyrics

Jesus gave sight to the blind

This an impossible view

You can't walk in my shoes

Call this therapy

Victim of poverty

Prosperity gospel

Niggas be sticking to robbery

Cost of living colossal

Yo these christians they bother me

Talking about the father

They be giving me problems

Cause I call em on they gossip

I service my community

Got these jakes chasing me

Check your contacts

That's how conversations be

Got the late text

Excited fatherhood facing me

Complicated pregnancy

My baby lost the baby

Joke about taking lives

Til the almighty taking mine

Now I gotta wait in line

Don't look at me my face is fine

Saying lines same time

Questioning faith I find

Is this my fault from crimes

When I was spraying 9s

Forgiveness worth it

If I stay the bitter person

Missing my mom

And all of this shit emerging

Clinching my palms

Give salaams

To the jinn and serpents

Self sabotage

I'm going against my purpose

Full speed into a wall

Going against inertia

Tough to finish these rhymes

My fucking heart is hurting

I been fighting all my life

I just wanna exist

These handcuffs hurt officer

I'm gonna resist

I ain't begging you to keep your knee

From under my ribs

If it's you or me

You ain't going home to none of your kids

I'd rather be a martyr

Than face a bunch of charges

I'll lead a revolution

Fuck your racist son and daughter

14 Nights of nightmares

I ain't sleeping a wink

I bit my tongue in dream

Spitting blood in the sink

Seen my girl die giving birth to my child

She alive when I wake

It still hurt me to smile

I'm thankful for my past

Cause It show me what my purpose is

2020 Put a nigga back up on some murder shit

Performing ain't practical

Covid forming is tactical

Crackas call me radical

While they storming the capital

They got the right idea

You know my fight right here

You my oppressor when I want freedom

The same man that killed Nipsey

Want us to free him

I'll be honest I quit counting the bars

Cause as long as when you hear it

It gon sound like it's raw

Give it a round of applause

Broke hope floats

And you can keep your head up

Or you can drown in the sauce

Ugh my last album my first album in a decade

It raised my salary

Without a single record played

Here on my own accord

I put my life on the line

I need a bonus score

Solid as a stone in sword

Ugh I got receipts can you show me yours?

Nah I don't smoke give my opponents more

Hold up

I got these racists in a telescope

The neighbours think I'm selling dope

They don't know if a nigga famous or living well and broke

I guess I made it to these jealous folks

I guess I made it to these jealous folks