Killah Priest
Helen
[Verse]
Dream state I escape, my visions are smokey
Tangible candles on grand pianos
But I live my life in lowkey
That’s the arrow and the bull ring
I have to pull strings for things I want in life
From making the bands, the sound of clashing pans
My kitchen was haunted at night
That’s just my mother preparing salmon patties for the family
Grits and eggs, I miss her ways
Sweet potato pies or fish filets
Then a bright light, I’m in a photoshoot with this unnoticed group
Hairs on their faces look grayish
With all ages from old to new
We were stoned to death by the photographers’ cameras
To this day I have flashbacks
It gives me chills when I’m laying still
The picture glass where I crash at
Back in the days I was signed to [?]
But now I don’t have to wait, it’s Cash App
Older rappers used to sleep on me, knapsack
’til I got my pen and pad out of my backpack
I was good with mathematics, then add rap
Or say, “young king, don’t let no one push you around,” he just stared
The sun flared as he rolled off in his wheelchair
Shattered dreams, the master’s seen as a Nazarene
Resurrected the seven-headed dragon queen
[?] or esoteric Holy Quran of magazines
Leviathan empire descends then riots begin
The Bible’s revenge, tribes of men
Some disciples, some messiahs defend, with great flapping wings
Inner vision, reminiscing, reoccurring, we are turning
Peep the curving and the people turbans that keep it urban
Priest the hermits
The chief gave us the leaf to learning
My rebellion Helen, she seldom dwelling
The elders y’all welcome
The hell I fell from to walk amongst the peasants
Nervous condition, I used to bite my nails young
At thrifty-three I had a vision
I stumbled cross the path of a man named Jesus one day getting hammered with some of my carpenter coworkers in my dreams under a lantern and wind-chimes and dream catchers
My rule of measures
The end of times, the elohims and [?]s
Helen, Helen… Helen
Helen