* Dedicated to Rick Ross, Ten Jesus Pieces
* Dedicated to St. Paul, Pray for me, speak to me…
----------------------/Wistful About The Damascus Road; Acts Chronicles Chapter 21 - Paul's Thoughts On Going to Jerusalem
On a horse, riding to Damascus a lust for blood
I watch myself discarnate and detached in my daytime
dreaming,
a stained dagger taped to my thigh, cloak draped on my
shoulders
the veneer of my treachery (misguided). On my face the mechanical
stolid sneer
I hear the screams of the innocent as peals of thunder
peripheral gazes of children convulsing in apoplexy like
lightning at noon
blinding me on my back my conscience scowling at my company,
who fled-
writhing alone while plumes of dust asphyxiate compulsive
sneezing (back aching).
A lot has changed since then, since stones slayed Stephen.
I wince at the man I once was in repentant anguish, the full
moon
the fullest expression of stigmata eliciting my excruciating
shrills
ominous precursor to sufferance, my acquaintance with his
nails
his wood becomes our cross my boat
when shipwrecked the seas become blood like Pharaoh’s plague
has become mine; a spear lances water and blood; An oath:
that we cant smile again
unless we are absent from this body, my joy is to be with
him and like him
And this gospel
these journeys by land and sea promulgating news on how to
be free
are just biding time, my breathing is borrowed by grace, my
strength
by Mercy running running running after ghosts of the pasts
trying to erase memories of slaughter while simultaneously
accepting absolution
of my God, and chronologically distant my people. Years are
my pedagogues
differentiating true Gentile and True Jew, discipleship of
Spiritual politics not Roman
disregarding notions of wealth and homage to the Ceasars in
favor of faith hope love
What mean ye to weep and to break mine heart?
I am all set for Jerusalem, the beginning and the end
dying so I can truly live
my life converted so all
who follow me know the way to die
an honorable sacrifice, truly worthy
---------------------Acts 21:11-14
And when he was come
unto us, he took Paul's girdle, and bound his own hands and feet, and said,
Thus saith the Holy Ghost, So shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man that
owneth this girdle, and shall deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles. And
when we heard these things, both we, and they of that place, besought him not
to go up to Jerusalem. Then Paul
answered, What mean ye to weep and to break mine heart? for I am ready not to
be bound only, but also to die at Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus. And
when he would not be persuaded, we ceased, saying, The will of the Lord be
done.
---Ten Jesus Pieces Lyrics
"Ten Jesus Pieces"
(feat. Stalley)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, He's so honorable
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a f* feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the f* reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thugging when they d*-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, d* (I miss you
Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close
Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real s*)
All black tees, ten gold chains
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong path
Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all boys are nice
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, d* black brother
White collar, black market
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail a mother* killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Verse 4: Stalley]
Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my
shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, cause I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the
shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money
towards
But for now, I'ma wear these ten chains and floss
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Outro]
We untouchable...
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