Bloom

You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon right?
We some wolves, we be howling up in the moonlight
All these records we taking them to the tomb
Even if you bury us you know we still gon' bloom

You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon right? (Right?)
We some wolves, we be howling up in the moonlight (Yea)
All these records we taking them to the tomb
Even if you bury us you know we still gon' bloom
What's the deal, aye

Who is this?
Bloody crucifix and a buddha stick
Dirty kicks, bumping Dirty Diana and Ludacris
Hits a lick, hollers that it's brick
Hobbles in a ditch
Then hides the hollow tips up in a thicket, shit
Listens to some Clipse, decides it's time to be grinding
But never was a crip and doesn't know where to find em
Aging like fine wine, and agent of tine rhymes
Pages of high signs, courageous and bright minded
Engages in 69 but erupted in '96
Arranges like 60 dimes but corrupted them with his tricks
Silly rabbit with a habit up nuptial commits
Scamming em like Joanne, what a bandit, yo, what a dick
Take a walk in his shoes, this nigga might be the grinch
Rhyming like Dr. Seuss plus a hypodermic syringe
Infringing on borderlines with a borderline intellect
With a Piccadilly persona, politically incorrect
What's the deal nigga?

You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon right?
We some wolves, we howling up to the moonlight
All these records we taking them to the tomb
Even if you bury us you know we still gon' bloom (Yea)

You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon right?
We some wolves, we howling up to the moonlight
All these records we taking them to the tomb
Even if you bury us you know we still gon' bloom
What's the deal homie?

Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I need someone to check if I am still alive
Cuz I've been in the dirt
Constant fear of racial profiling and getting murked
Leave of absence for leaving me absent
Adamant about trafficking my soul to the masses
Or maybe trade my spirit for molasses
See this is the story of a young Black man
Six inches deep in a system that pimps his ass for the green
Taking one for the team
Regressing his self esteem
Professing that he's supreme
But all they see is unclean, stop
I look up to god for guidance
Ask him""please stop the violence""
I'm on autopilot
I listened, I had a revelation
He said read revelations
Start a revolution
I feel like Turner, I feel like Newton
I feel like Kenyatta nigga I feel like Bambatta
Wanna pop me like piñata but now I'm the shotta
My man I'm the head rocka
Who stay introspective
Fire brimstone 'pon uno be disrespecting
And y'all still ain't get the message
That's why my momma stayed overprotective
Cuz she didn't want her lil' boy corrupted by all the noise, man