Sins of the Father [Mixed]

[Verse: Roc Marciano]
Reign in hell or serve in heaven
Take from the world or earn your blessings
I heard verbatim from an angel's message
My left shoulder there was Satan finessin'
I burnt the sage in the name of protection
Be James Evans or Rayful Edmond
It's a dirty game of chess and checkers
Get paid or be left naked and desperate
I lit a candle and played Jamaican records
Prayed and rеsted next to my favorite wеapons
Saved my bread up and then made my exit
I'm going back and forth with thoughts of quittin' like table tennis
But what's the game if the players ain't in it?
Every pen ran out of ink on the day this was written
Cain killed Abel in prison, while upstate on a visit (Uh)
They so quick to trade and hate on a nigga
Nothin' my radar couldn't pick up
We overcame greater odds to be winners, harsh winters
No lookin' back we break the mirrors, gray spirits
We gave the devil a grace period
The weak is baptized in Lake Superior
My lady from Syria
My interior Siberia
My eyes still teary, nothin' could cheer me up
This is the criteria