Jah Bless - Klashnekoff

We live this

Trapped in the belly of the sickness

It’s sick and sadistic like six six sixes

It’s arithmic I sit with a lit spliff

My heart split into bits over big sis

Just slit her wrists and left a letter on the bed

Begging for forgiveness

That’s why I writ this

You chiefs can’t get it

But you can quicker then scrib’s can say bill it

Overstand it’s deeper than lyrics

When prayers exchange chains for half of the spirit

Trapped in a maze of masquerades and mimics

It might sound harsh mate

But to me we’re living in the last days

The same thing my pops say before he passed way

Now all I got is my youths and my Mar-J

So our Father, who art in heaven

Send me the will and strength of sixty henchmen

Cause I’m with words, Draw swords sever the verse

Ever ready with a machete for whatever occurs

I heard heavens on Earth

Then I reckon we’re cursed

Destined to burst weapons while repping our turf

To just get left in a hearse

You’ll be resting with worms

Or we can converse

Keep it blessing the herbs

I move with an incredible urge to merk anything that’s testing my firm

It’s better they learn