Holy Waters (Mama’s Prayer)

The waters are kind
I take my wars to the tide
I kneel and call on my guides
I set it off at the shrine
I pray to Allah for salaam
And viola I'm undone
And by God don't haram
It's Jannah when I die
It's heaven
I don't fall for enemy lines
Shit I'm divine I'm evermore I'm 'head of my time
But I get shy
Insecure
The sensitive type
I need a sign a metaphor if everything's fine
Coz I've got
A bandwagon of bad habits I'm carrying
Cash-strapped and half of this mathematics won't tally
It's a sad fallacy
Mad that my rap canon is facts
But my bank balance is lagging
Don't understand it
Mad my rap canon's just passionate rants
So mad that I'm ransacking the palace for scraps
Facts
I won't scramble for cash
Coz like half of these Mad Hatters need Alice for that
Anxiety kills I write I drink I pray
A scribe at the fringe
I hide in the wings all day
I cry on a whim
My vices might win this race
Reciting the hymns
We're dying for sins today
Piety piety
Do it for the irony
Lie to me I don't need truth I need a pyre
There's fire on both sides
I tried but won't die
I tried