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 is tough, and it feels like it's constantly trying to take more from me than it gives.

As ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
I feel like life is trying to make me pay a high price for my very identity.

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

Is it worth the Bentley's And jets in this jungle of sheer cons And devils with breasts.
Is all the material wealth in the world worth dealing with all the deceitful people and challenges that come with it?

I mean does everything happen for a reason, The change of seasons, Even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'.
Do things really happen for a reason, or is life just chaotic and unpredictable?

It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit.
It feels like life is a chaotic, dangerous mosh pit, and we're all just trying to survive.

The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's Why I have my logic.
The world is an off-kilter, unpredictable place, which is why I try to rely on my own logic and values.

We are what we are, musical contrast Sound clash, bomb blast
We are unique individuals who can create new things by blending our differences in a beautiful way, even if it can sometimes be explosive like a sound clash or explosion.

So don't tell me how to act, how to be, how to live We are what we are, forever live or die
I don't want anyone else imposing their values or expectations on me, and I want to be true to myself no matter what, even if it means life or death.

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, You assholes don't hear me.
My ideas challenge the status quo and could upset the government, but many people don't listen or care about what I have to say.

Cut throat, who ill as me? Soulfly.
I'm a skilled and talented artist with a rough edge, and I'm proud to be a member of the Soulfly artist collective.

Flight attendants ain't got shit on me.
I have more power and control over my life and destiny than someone who works in a service job like a flight attendant.

You reap what you sow, So I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless If most artists are garbage With godless content.
I believe in the concept of karma and doing good in order to receive good, and I try to create good art with soul and meaning, even if many other artists don't.

To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products Held my spirit in bondage like convicts.
I struggled with addiction and substance abuse, and it held me back and kept me trapped like a prisoner.

Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent, Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget.
Smoking weed wasn't really helping me, and I was struggling financially because of my poor choices.

Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with.
Marijuana use was holding back my personal and mental growth, and I had to distance myself from people who dragged me down.

Rose above it. Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the oven, Plus my girl's talkin' husband, she buggin'.
I've chosen to be more responsible and mature, focusing on building a family and a life beyond the party and club scene.

My method of flowin' expression through poem, Salt of the Earth like the ocean, God's chosen spokesman.
My art is a way for me to express myself and connect with a higher power, and I see myself as an important voice and messenger of something greater.

Creation to cremation, to be blatant, fuck Satan, Paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation.
From birth to death, I reject evil and money worship, and I feel sorry for those who lose their souls chasing after wealth and status.

Girls actin' fly with no interest in aviation, fuck station, radiowaves is just radiation.
I'm frustrated with people who act arrogant and uninterested in important things, and I don't think mainstream media or radio is very meaningful or authentic.

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 be able to understand my pain, emotions and experiences, and I may feel isolated and misunderstood at times.

No honor with robbers, So I pray to my godfather And my conscience isn't bothered by how I get my dollars.
I reject dishonesty and theft, and I try to make money in a way that aligns with my values and conscience, seeking guidance from a higher power.

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes That with this music I will bring my dream to life.
My passion and pain is to make great music that expresses my dreams and vision for my life.

Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, I wanna blow up right now But I know it takes time.
I feel overwhelmed and anxious about my progress and goals, but I know that success and growth takes time and patience.

Underground to worldwide, I will never die, Forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive.
I have the power to reach people all over the world with my art, and my legacy will live on through my words and music even after I'm gone.

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
I'm carrying the pain and memory of someone important to me, and I feel like it's important to honor those we lose and remember who we are.

Got Catholics in confession And 5-percenters studying lessons While the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
People seek spiritual guidance and knowledge in different ways, even if they don't always align with established religious traditions.

I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols, Claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles, to rival.
I'm tired of hearing mainstream music that exalts fake values and idols, using religious imagery and rhetoric to sell a false narrative.

My recital's laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial, I'm trying to make the finals.
My music and art are infused with my spiritual beliefs, and I see life as a test or challenge to overcome, striving to reach my highest potential.

March madness in the land of savages, I'm stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it diplomatic, nomadic, What I'm tatted, my cross my only baggage, Roots go back to Africa, I'm not Asiatic.
Life is like a chaotic, dangerous game in a tough world, and I try to navigate it with grace, wisdom and resilience, while staying true to my identity and heritage.

Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can't add it.
Even though black people have been oppressed and discriminated against, they still have incredible talents and skills.

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.
My goal isn't just money or material things, but to make great music that inspires and moves people, even if many don't recognize my value.

Since birth my dome had afro turf, ask the nurse, I heard a verse that said, "who's last is first", 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.
Since I was born, I've had a strong sense of my black identity and culture, and I try to stay humble and grounded in spite of my success and talent, striving to be great and make a mark like other black legends.

We are what we are, musical contrast Sound clash, bomb blast
We are unique individuals who can create new things by blending our differences in a beautiful way, even if it can sometimes be explosive like a sound clash or explosion.