THE LION'S DEEN

Drill music, pop that pill music Kill music Desecrating the temples and the ghetto Funeral processions increase their frequency Because we can't break the spell of Geppetto No one knows And scrolls of obituaries contain more words than dictionaries That will define how lions in Zion became alley cats Who traded their baseball bats for gats that spat Blood of the people across steeples and concrete jungles that turn playgrounds into graveyards That buried generations of black and brown men Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living Ready, aim, fire Wanna be the block but can't buy the block Bulldozin' the block, makin' the Red Sea choke on bones Of drones sent by PPP loans to see how you spent the money Left, left, right, left To figure it out while the ancestors watch and aid those who call out to them Through altars, pay phones, saxophones, bottles of liquor, glasses of water The sum of a son and a daughter equals new life, the holy trinity He was a baby boy but he was kin to me Born to Basimah and the hands of the lion who said "Store your water in the basement because one day, it would be scarce and polluted" He said "One day, grocery stores will be bearing" "Learn how to grow your own food and don't get caught staring down the barrel of a gun" "Learn how to run underground drills in Zion" To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit He said "My children, each of you are prophets" Don't let money be the sum of your deeds Pull the weed from your mind Look to the front, the side and behind You each have blades that will drill a new earth Manifest the new world that Columbus thought he found Band together to reverse the weather to unite the seeds of the oppressed Stand together and work righteously to be blessed For generations to come Drill down, Zion is in you --- THE LION'S DEEN - Lupe Fiasco and Ayesha Jaco