in memory of...
Babtunde Rabouin/Deonte Perry/Justus Olbert/Marcelo D/Max Cavalera/Soulfly Lyrics

Yo, life's web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath
Life seems to be trying to suffocate me with debt.

As ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
The debt is like a ransom for my soul's existence.

How deep does shit get?
How much worse can things get?

Is it worth the Bentley's And jets in this jungle of sheer cons And devils with breasts.
Is it worth all the material possessions in a world full of scams and evil?

I mean does everything happen for a reason, The change of seasons, Even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'.
Do all events have a purpose, even the ones that seem random and cruel?

It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit.
Life feels like being in a chaotic and dangerous mosh pit.

The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's Why I have my logic.
The world seems unpredictable and unstable, which is why I try to rely on logical thinking.

We are what we are, musical contrast Sound clash, bomb blast
We are who we are, a mix of musical styles that can sometimes cause tension and conflict.

So don't tell me how to act, how to be, how to live
I don't want anyone to try to control me or tell me how to live my life.

We are what we are, forever live or die
We are ourselves, and we can't change that, even if it means living or dying as our authentic selves.

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, You assholes don't hear me.
My beliefs challenge the security of the country, but people don't listen or take me seriously.

Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary When cell therapy wasn't curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me.
When traditional therapy didn't work, I turned to unconventional methods, but it left me feeling scared and lost.

R-I-P Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, Still with me spiritually, forever in memory.
Memorializing a friend who passed away, but still feels a connection to him spiritually.

Cut throat, who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me.
I'm daring and fierce, and no one can match my intensity.

You reap what you sow, So I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless If most artists are garbage With godless content.
You get what you give, so I try to spread positivity and hope, even when others are being negative or self-centered.

To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products Held my spirit in bondage like convicts.
My addiction to drugs and alcohol made me feel trapped and helpless.

Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent, Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict.
Smoking weed wasn't enough to escape the conflicts and struggles of my life, which left me without much money.

Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it.
Smoking weed held me back from growing intellectually and I had to distance myself from old friends to move forward.

Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the oven, Plus my girl's talkin' husband, she buggin'.
I'm ready to move past a dangerous lifestyle and focus on taking care of my growing family, even if there's drama with my partner.

My method of flowin' expression through poem, Salt of the Earth like the ocean, God's chosen spokesman.
My art is a way to express myself and connect with others, and I feel a sense of responsibility as a messenger from a higher power.

Creation to cremation, to be blatant, fuck Satan, Paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation.
Life from birth to death is a journey, and I reject any evil that would try to lead me astray.

Girls actin' fly with no interest in aviation, fuck station, radio Waves is just radiation.
People who act entitled without putting in any effort are annoying, and I don't care about mainstream media or its effects on me.

You don't feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel You don't know how I feel, what is real, what's the deal
Others may not understand my pain, my emotions, or the reality of my situation.

Cutthroat Logic, The newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe From now until the day that I die.
I'm part of a community and culture that will always be a part of me, even after I'm gone.

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes That with this music I will bring my dream to life.
My passion for music is the driving force behind my goals and dreams.

Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, I wanna blow up right now But I know it takes time.
I'm feeling overwhelmed and impatient, but I know that success and growth take time and effort.

Like slanging saxs to takin' elbows across the state lines, From 22's to tec 9's swag to kind.
My experiences vary widely, from playing music to engaging in violence, and I've learned to adapt to different situations and environments.

Underground to worldwide, I will never die, Forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive.
I may not be well-known, but my music has the power to outlive me and move people for years to come.

So onward I strive each And every day of my life as I fight to keep K-RAB's dream alive.
I'm committed to pursuing my dreams and honoring the memory of others who have passed away.

Forever my better half from fightin' to makin' cash. Some things in life are fucked up, Wish I could take 'em back.
I miss my partner who was always by my side, and I regret some of the negative experiences we endured.

But I live life with no regrets So I just look back on life and laugh.
I don't dwell on the past and try to find humor in my experiences, even the difficult ones.

In memory of D-LOW I carry this pain We are what we are, I know you understand In memory of D-LOW I carved your name
Honoring a friend who has passed away, while acknowledging the challenges and complexities of life.

Got Catholics in confession And 5-percenters studying lessons While the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
People from different backgrounds and religions are all searching for meaning and connection in their own ways.

I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols, Claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles, to rival.
People in the music industry are often hypocritical in their public personas and messages, and engage in petty competition with each other.

My recital's laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial, I'm trying to make the finals.
My music is influenced by my faith and perspective on life, and I'm striving to achieve my goals even in the face of challenges and setbacks.

March madness in the land of savages, I'm stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it diplomatic, nomadic.
Life can be chaotic and dangerous, but I try to stay calm and flexible in my approach, and keep moving forward.

What I'm tatted, my cross my only baggage, Roots go back to Africa, I'm not Asiatic.
My tattoos and my faith are the only things I carry with me, and I acknowledge my African heritage.

Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can't add it.
People may be educated and intelligent, but still struggle to understand complex and nuanced issues.

My quest isn't cabbage although it's nice to have it, Rock the planet, like volcanic magma fragments, As my lava cools a lot of fools take me for granite.
I'm not just pursuing money and success, but also trying to make an impact on the world, even if others underestimate me.

I just wanna meet the trinity and live for infinity, Laugh at the enemy, when I get there who cares who remember me, on Earth.
My ultimate goal is to achieve spiritual enlightenment and live beyond this life, while ignoring the opinions and judgments of others.

Since birth my dome had afro turf, ask the nurse, I heard a verse that said, "who's last is first",
From a young age, I've been proud of my African heritage, and I'm inspired by a religious verse that speaks of defying expectations and conventions.

So I keep my flesh humble 'cause I'm still-skinned like Rumple, Average a triple double and keep my game subtle, Jam harder, than Vince on all ballers from bench to starter Since I slaughter holler, murda, on Shawn Carter
I stay humble despite my success, and use my talents to make a difference and inspire others, even if I'm not the biggest or most obvious star.

No honor with robbers, So I pray to my godfather And my conscience isn't bothered by how I get my dollars.
I reject immoral or illegal activities to make money, and trust in a higher power to guide my actions.

We are what we are, musical contrast, sound clash, bomb blast
We are a diverse mix of musical styles and influences that sometimes collide or conflict, but still create a powerful and exciting sound.