Killah Priest — Manuka Honey

She was there for your father’s funeral The love y’all shared was unusual Every turn you was there when his son had the flu Nothing compares, y’all were beautiful Then you marry her, and it’ll be that same chick that’ll cheat on you Now how that feels When the child you raised, you used to throw the ball with, grows up and say that you’re not real? You ever brung someone a meal while they in bed Soon as you turn your head They got the imaginary finger gun pointed at you likе they shooting to kill? It’s enough to give your arms thе chills I find the youth the bill Only the truth can heal Or maybe we need more weed farm skills Roll it and smoke it, but we all on pills Where did we go wrong? Nuclear bomb testing fields Weapons concealed Federal suggestions [?] No one questions their will Just film collections and stills Unreal elections revealed Until a reflection Emmett Till It’s like we lost [?] Israel We march with police killers, but we don’t march when we kill ourselves Dying in heaven and living in hell Wait, try this on your plate A vision hard to erase You started out as best friends From friends to brothers From brothers to him pointing a gun in your face I picture the sun above a lake Children run in coffee breaks Mister Softee ice cream cakes Saturday mornings, old people walking A labyrinth forest, I’m headed for the orbit Outdoor cafe, summer in August From clouds to fogs to rainfall Every flower specie must bloom Briefly very leafly reishi mushrooms Found in teepees, they steep tea in cups brewed Around fifteen I was a fan of Wild Style and Krush Groove Now I’ve grown up to microphones clutched, check one two Am I allowed enough? Can y’all hear me in the back? Throw your hands up if it’s too loud or muffled Now after I’m done it will never be the same An invention on the mic that will change everything Many lived before me Told her or his stories Placed in they pyramids for glory Such primitive categories My raps invented in laboratories Apartment 2D and 4D Invented the formula Here it warms your blood A furious storm above Then it’s calm like water doves In normal love It’s a formal drug Since a shorty