Deadly Fashion

We are on earth and in heaven at the same time What is it that we are seeking in life? When you are presented with a hurdle of currency notes You feel happy As if you possess something worthwhile But you know very well You are not going to eat these currency notes They can not do anything to you Except act as a means of getting something Else On the road Michelin No Mitchell and Ness That's cap No bap Just gas in the back Would If you could But ya can't Backwoods from a whole Nother land Tattoos and a whole Lotta grams Azul Dead presidents Cash rules till God intersects Every rooms elephant Bull in a china shop Camel through needle tops Sorry no sentiments I let the needle drop I say keep kneeling till we see convicted cops Oh Lord Let the prayers of the meek Pour out for the ones That was Too young To be served Kinda cryptic how all that works Sitting Thinking Im the highest one in this church Sinners Sinning All tryna hide they dirt Look at me over here grinning with my little smirk Smelling like purp Pastor selling redemption in death Like Jesus ain't tell em that heaven on earth So your desire is not for money in the form Of notes and coins But your desire is something else Which you imagine can be acquired Through this instrumentality Misconceptions Misdirected Miss stepping into obsession Mismanaging our objectives Parasitic in our intentions Like fuck a morality Another casualty Blasphemy blasphemy Blast for me Then Rat on me Show where I stay when they ask for me Keep acting like u tryna win an academy Relapse from real Kuz u not built To withstand a tragedy Systematic Automatics Louis caskets? Matching jackets? This is illness This is madness Deadly Fashion So on it goes further and further Until you realize to the horror Of your own feelings That you are asking for something That is beyond human comprehension