The Meek

May there be peace and love and perfection

The meek shall inherit thee earth
The meek shall inherit thee earth

Yeah, save me, Heavenly Father
School of hard knocks is my Alma Mater
Raised without a papa
When I got popped, it was a high caliber 
As if my childhood wasn't wild enough 
Forced into a lifestyle of trauma 
Heard the screaming from demons fighting my mama
Then the smell of marijuana 
The block wasn't Wakanda 
The atmosphere was demonic
I sat in fear fully conscious 
Tryna process all this violence 
Started making a god of all my talents 
Now this talent gon' deliver me from misery 
I promise 
But that promise wasn't honest
That was cap
That was my problem 
My vision was impaired 
No wisdom 
I needed guidance and asylum
Needed to learn humility even in private 
And circumsize my heart because 
I'm dangerous without it
Don't feel sad for the lost sheep, He ain't done with us
One thing about America it humbled us, yeah

The meek shall inherit the earth 
The meek shall inherit the earth 

Humble and meek
Something that we cannot be
If we gon' keep on running the street
Running the street

Yeah, bless-ed almighty 
Father and friend of Abraham 
When I'm lost your Spirit show me the way again
Drawing water for us from a rock in valley 
Paper used to flow from selling rock in a alley 
I had to shake familiar spirits tryna be around me
Tryna regain the zeal I had when you first found me
Marine spirits in my dreams tryna come and drown me
Squaring up in the spirit when drama all around me
Want me back paranoid fearing to going to county
Enduring temptation 'cause when it's done you crown me
People don't know my struggle
They don't know how I feel
Don't know the trauma that come with being someone they tryna kill 
Finding comfort in the fact that I know that I'm sealed
Seeing the fruit all in my life 
That's I know that it's real
Dealing with repressed anger is how we rebuild 
Being delivered from fallen spirits, it's time to heal

The meek shall inherit the earth 
The meek shall inherit the earth 

Humble and meek
Something that we cannot be
If we gon' keep on running the street
Running the street

Humble and meek
Something that we cannot be
If we gon' keep on running the street

Wickedness ran in my family tree 'til it ran into me
Ran into me