God Send
Pharoahe Monch Lyrics

My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again
My mother is upset and crying in her room as she often does.

Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again
My sister is likely lying on the street corner again, possibly due to her personal struggles.

Just heard about another one of my niggas dyin' again
I recently received news of the death of yet another close friend and member of my community.

I'm tryin' again to make moves
Despite the difficulties and obstacles I face, I am still making an effort to progress forward in life.

I'll be damned if we go hungry
I refuse to let my family and loved ones go hungry, no matter the cost.

Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me
Since my father passed away, the burden of responsibility has fallen on my shoulders.

This song you see is like an ode to God
This song acts as a tribute to God and the blessings He has bestowed upon me.

That he blessed my last breath to be Allahuakbar
I am grateful that my final words will be a declaration of faith in God.

And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred
This city is harsh and unforgiving, with the poverty and oppression of its residents symbolized by the barred windows and doors of their homes.

Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes Time for war I'm tryin' to score like Bernard King
The trauma of prison and other life struggles have left me hardened with no empathy, but I am still determined to succeed like basketball player Bernard King.

My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government
My words are just as addictive and destructive as cocaine, which is a parallel to how the government's policies and systems can be just as harmful.

I told you I'd hurt the music
I promised to make a strong impact with my music, both in its message and its delivery.

Travellin' back, bustin' shots at before Christ was persecuted
My thoughts and lyrics take aim at issues that have been present for centuries, dating back to the time of Christ's persecution.

Mathematically we live at right angles
Life can feel calculated and constrained, with our choices and actions dictated by societal norms and expectations.

Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels
I reject blind patriotism and criticize those who promote negative actions and behaviors.

Danglin' from moon crescents, I persevere, breathe the air / Inhale the effervesence of life
Despite the difficulties, I persevere and appreciate the beauty and vitality of life, symbolized by the moon crescent and the air we breathe.

This street game is stiflin' I'm triflin' upholdin' a rifle
The realities of street life are difficult and suffocating, and I am forced to resort to violence and other questionable actions to survive.

Peerin' from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves
Despite our faith, we often struggle with inner conflict and confusion.

What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail / Scale the walls of hell trail of an octopus
Is there any value in living in a city characterized by emptiness and barrenness, and how can we escape the trap that holds us like the trail of an octopus?

I seen it all through the eyes of a needle / Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people / Niggas'll never learn (shit) we just concern about / Who's fuckin' who, when time is of significance
I have personally witnessed the destruction of the world and the manipulation of the masses, yet we still prioritize petty drama and sex instead of meaningful action and change.

Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent / Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal / Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil / Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel
We ignore the beauty and wonder of the world, consuming that which is harmful and succumbing to the hold of evil, with the end result being a continuation or worsening of the situation.

Incarcerated scarfaces in all places / Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases
The effects of the criminal justice system and the drug trade are felt everywhere, leading to a cycle of ruined lives and conflict between law enforcement and criminals.

Y2K fuck up, you're left faceless / Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases
The Y2K scare and resulting chaos left many people without direction or hope, while those in the illegal world continue to conceal their money and operations.

Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses / Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons / To why they thumpin', hi I'm the most endangered species
Musical instruments are powerful tools, and artists like Pharoahe Monch and Prince use them to convey important messages and create change, even though their role in society as critics and activists puts them in danger.

By all means, survival is what I teach these / First time offenders catchin' seven to fifteen
As someone who has struggled and survived in difficult circumstances, I pass on my knowledge and skills to others who may be facing similar situations, but the justice system often punishes those who are just starting out in life.

Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen / Bust your shit like Mitch Greene (snitch) I switch scenes / Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in Queens
My perspective on life is clouded by the harsh realities I have experienced, and I am not afraid to change things up or confront those who are going against me.

What? Stray bullets continue shatterin' dreams, batterin' spleens / I'm gatherin' schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend
The danger and violence of the streets continue to ruin lives, and I am forced to come up with new plans and tactics to stay afloat, even if that means resorting to unethical behavior.

Take food from a table and get drunk to your death / Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath
The desperation and hopelessness of poverty can lead to destructive and self-destructive actions, yet my message and love can provide a ray of hope and comfort.