At my brother's Jannaza
Tears stained sunglassses
A Salat with no bows

Pallbearer carry you to the car now
Chill day, Mosque on 96 and 3rd
New York City way, me and J never left my side

Refs like that pitcher with your pride
Who look just like..
Now the city looks lest bright

Brooklyn looking less special
Should've kept it the same way
As when you were on this level

You: work in progress from 40 projects: God bless
An inspiration and a king
They won't know what I mean but this I'm bout to spring

Protect it with every feather on the wings
So even when it hurts, you'll never feel a thing


[Hook]
Said it's a cold cold world
Ain't nobody wins except the government

In the U.S.S.R
?
Who you think you are?

And you can fight it, but there's no defense
For the ?
Baby grab a jacket


Let me clarify the chorus
And what my cold warress

Cause the complexity is enormous
Using one of my greatest losses with eyes like faucets
To reinforce every single word that I talk with

Something about losing things, human beings
That reduces things to their most elementary
Find yourself where you never meant to be

With the energy of memory
That's the soul force of what's behind killing me
Finding pleasure in the pains

Finding desert in the rain
Twisted: how this world can drive you !@%@ic
Question if I'm over it

Or if I'm numb because I'm closureless
Or my closure's that we all gotta go and %#@!
Rendered emotionless but moving at the speed of running over it

Still happy that I opened it

[Hook]


In the studio writing these words, one after another
In memorial of my brother

As you listen to the album with
Nothing on the cover
I imagine that he hovers

In the back of his chair
Floating right there in the air
Knodding his head to the music, I slightly lose it

Ask why do I put myself through this
Crack a smile, look up at the file
Phones on the screen of me tryna tell you what I mean

But I feel that it's all lost, or maybe that it's all gotta cross
Happy with his dedicated song
But now he's all gone

But he was never there, cause
He was everywhere, nowhere and down here
Maybe on that judgement day, rise up

We'll both open our eyes up, climb up
Hoping God forgives us for our tendencies
Wipes away our cool young histories


[Hook]