Obama Incense

[Verse 1]
What's it hurt, lotto and liquor?
Gin on the breath, the goddess whisper
My yard littered with crack stems and scratch off tickets
Money house blessings, Obama incense
A clean sweep, remove your shoes before you enter
For weeks my brain been in a blender
Blew dust off the Kalimba
If only I remember
In the East, drafty windows, graphic innuendoes
Blacker than black, but it's home
Growing old, scattered bones on the doorstep
Caution, I'm a native New Yorker
It's all love, I still love her, but I feel like I lost one
Port rums and raw paper, spook chasers say he fell out the lord's favor
Crewless nature, roll the dice where dead men walk down Cypress
One for every unearned non-indictment
Violence begets violence, make it hot
Devil water out the hydrant, the block stifling
Triple checking locks
Weaves on fire, coked out pimps write diner Yelp reviews in hotel parking lots
Somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday morning
You want it all but it can't save you
You want it all but it can't save you
Same sun no matter who you pray to
Babies wave guns out in plain view
Why play to lose?
Fools confuse the blues of paying dues
I'm Black Herman in a fugue state
The moon waits for my invitation
Snake handler in the store front
A natty suit with some gold fronts
Meet him in the annex, fifteen hundred cash
And a honey turkey sammich, banish all evil
Speeding down the Jackie Rob, palm fronds and musky oils
When walls go bump in the night
Wild rice for the gods
A hundred elders, four sides of the planet
They chanted increase, the word was granted
Abundance in the highest
Loyal fire keeper of the promise
Conjured out the ether for salt eaters
Dream weavers and palm readers
Seekers of worlds
[?] wanna destroy you
Skin of the soil
Somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday morning
You want it all but it can't save you
You want it all but it can't save you