MOOSA – Vic Mensa (feat. Jeremih, Eryn Allen Kane & Wyatt Waddell)
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I was begging God for a sign Shine a beacon of light I know I ain’t living right Everyday is darkness In this dusty apartment Half empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith and Wesson Misdirected I gripped the weapon Connect it to my temple Resentful to be so sinful Demons on my mental Dreaming of when things were simple On SNL with Kanye Poppin Ace at the 40/40 next to Beyoncé Now I felt like Michele and Kelly As if my destiny wasn’t manifesting for me At the same time my dog James fighting an attempt A Class X felony Rotting in Cook County with rapists facing 40 years He’d be lucky to get a 20 piece My conversation with him were therapy Imagining how he could be so optimistic Praying in front of a toilet with no pot to piss in He told me stop and listen Allah gives me my freedom If I keep him inside These devils could never hold my mind in prison And you outside bitching You need to practice some gratitude Take heed of the blessings that he granted you
Waiting by this phone Better days are coming I know you been gone so long But one day you’ll be home again Just waiting by that jail phone Better days are coming I know you been gone so long But one day you’ll be home again
Before long, I’m introduced on the phone to a brother named Moosa See Moosa been in Dixin Prison since he was a junior Sentenced to 25 years at 14 as an adolescent shooter I knew him through my sister Aja Monet She asked me if I could help to shed some light on his case We hop on the horn, knowledge is born Rapping ’bout criminalization of the black boy The conversations moved forward to James Asked “what’s the chance he’d be sent to Dixon?” He said “slim to none, Illinois got 50 prisons. I got a clemency petition, you could help me pitch it. Hold on, let me call you back the CO’s bitching.”
As James trial date approached fruition I’m going through my own trials Caught a gun possession for the .40 cal All this positive shit and I’m really hardly different Thinking I might end up in a cell right by these niggas My mind started flipping when I heard the judge decision A decade and a half, they don’t want him home till 2035 That’s that shit that’ll make you spaz Grab a CO and slit his throat with a broken glass Last but not least In a feat of serendipity This nigga got sent to the same penitentiary I kid you not, on the same cell block So close to this nigga Moosa That they could share a cot James start going to Jumu’ah He putting me on the Quran I’m taking fruit from the faith of Islam Meditating on my burdens as I pray to Allah To keep my head high through the hooplah He surrounded by the wolves in a pool of sharks Fighting over phone time Wrong place wrong time Moosa got into an altercation on some petty shit Wasn’t even really his beef, it was his celly’s shit Blood everywhere, teeth knocked out Busted his mouth, somebody shout Next thing you know, the CO’s is stomping him out Now his hope of freedom cast in a shadow of doubt All the classes and the programs Dirty toilet bowl hands
Hoping it wasn’t all for nothing Fast forward to our next discussion He still stressing over the repercussions He told me he came across an initiative Surrounding the COVID concerning clemency prisoners I doubted the significance I mean shit, how could it be He ain’t supposed to see the streets until 2033 I sent a note to the governors desk I knew he wouldn’t read I got the call from his lady 3 days later He’s home free
We passed through great arches A fortress of stone Hands and hair as course as wool Feet like burnished bronze As we march through the sea In all of your glory You need not fear For the tides are turning There’s a wind in your sail
Keep on dreaming Keep on loving Keep on moving Keep on discovering (yeah yeah) Keep on existing Keep on resisting Keep on fighting (yeah yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah Simmer down simmer down simmer down simmer down Yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah