in memory of...
Soulfly (feat. B Rabouin D Perry & J Olbert) Lyrics

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

As ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
Using debt as a way to hold my soul hostage.

How deep does shit get?
How far into trouble can one truly get?

Is it worth the Bentley's And jets in this jungle of sheer cons And devils with breasts.
Is the material wealth worth the risk and temptation of fraudulent and immoral behavior?

I mean does everything happen for a reason, The change of seasons, Even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'.
Do events and circumstances have a predetermined reason, or are they merely coincidental?

It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit.
Life feels like a chaotic, violent, and dangerous place where everyone is vulnerable.

The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's Why I have my logic.
The world is unpredictable and irrational, which is why I rely on my own logic and reasoning.

We are what we are, musical contrast Sound clash, bomb blast So don't tell me how to act, how to be, how to live
Embracing our differences creates beautiful music and art, so don't tell me how to live my own unique life.

I am what I am from beginning to the end
I am who I am, and that essence will not change from birth to death.

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, You assholes don't hear me.
My ideas challenge the status quo and threaten the powers that be, but people don't listen.

Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary When cell therapy wasn't curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me.
I experimented with psychoactive drugs and therapies, but divine intervention frightened me and caused me to rethink my choices.

R-I-P Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, Still with me spiritually, forever in memory.
Honoring the memory of a peaceful, noble warrior who still lives on in spirit.

Cut throat, who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me.
I am a force to be reckoned with in my music and persona, surpassing even those in the service industry.

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 strive to create positive, meaningful art despite the prevalence of shallow and empty work in the industry.

To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products Held my spirit in bondage like convicts.
My substance abuse had a negative impact on my emotional and spiritual well-being.

Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent, Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict.
Smoking marijuana became less enjoyable due to the lack of quality and interesting experiences in my life, creating a sense of conflict and dissatisfaction.

Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it.
Smoking marijuana impeded my personal growth and led me to distance myself from negative influences, allowing me to rise above it all.

Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the oven, Plus my girl's talkin' husband, she buggin'.
I prioritize my responsibilities as a parent and partner over partying and criminal behavior, but my significant other is pressuring me to get married.

My method of flowin' expression through poem, Salt of the Earth like the ocean, God's chosen spokesman.
My style of music is poetic and reflective of the natural world, and I believe that I have been chosen by a higher power to spread a message.

Creation to cremation, to be blatant, fuck Satan, Paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation.
From birth to death, I reject the idea of satanic influence and refuse to be blinded by money and worldly success at the cost of my soul.

Girls actin' fly with no interest in aviation, fuck station, radiowaves is just radiation.
Women who act snobbish and aloof without true knowledge or interest in anything are unappealing to me, and the media's influence can be harmful like radiation.

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 or relate to my pain, emotions, and experiences.

Cutthroat Logic, The newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe From now until the day that I die.
My identity as a musician and member of the Soulfly group is an important part of my life that will last until the end.

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes That with this music I will bring my dream to life.
My passion and determination to create music and succeed can be seen in the intensity of my eyes.

Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, I wanna blow up right now But I know it takes time.
Feeling overwhelmed and impatient to achieve success, but acknowledging the need for patience and perseverance.

Like slanging saxs to takin' elbows across the state lines, From 22's to tec 9's swag to kind.
From performing music to dealing drugs and engaging in violent crime, my experiences and influences have been varied.

Underground to worldwide, I will never die, Forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive.
My music will survive beyond my physical life and reach audiences worldwide, ensuring that I will never truly die.

So onward I strive each And every day of my life as I fight to keep K-RAB's dream alive.
I am committed to pursuing my goals and honoring the memory of someone who inspired me.

Forever my better half from fightin' to makin' cash. Some things in life are fucked up, Wish I could take 'em back.
My significant other has been by my side through good times and bad, but I regret some of my past choices and actions.

But I live life with no regrets So I just look back on life and laugh.
Although imperfect, I accept my past and find humor and joy in it.

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 the memory of someone who has passed away and carrying the emotional weight of their loss.

Got Catholics in confession And 5-percenters studying lessons While the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
Different groups of people seek guidance, forgiveness, and spirituality in their own ways.

I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols, Claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles, to rival. My recital's laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial, I'm trying to make the finals.
Critiquing the insincere and hypocritical nature of some musicians and their followers and emphasizing the importance of striving for greatness during our time on earth with the help of religious influence.

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.
Navigating a complicated and violent world with diplomacy and a sense of adventure, representing my African heritage, and carrying my religion with me.

Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can't add it. 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.
Noting the irony that although some Black people have excelled academically, systemic racism and prejudice still hold them back. My personal goals go beyond money to making a significant impact on the world and inspiring others, but some people cannot see the value in my vision.

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 desire is to meet the divine power and live eternally in heaven, free from the constraints and pressures of life on earth, without concern for my earthly legacy.

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, No honor with robbers, So I pray to my godfather And my conscience isn't bothered by how I get my dollars.
From a young age, I have been proud of my Black heritage, and I believe in the Biblical message that the meek will inherit the earth. I intentionally keep a low profile despite my skills and success, and remain true to myself and my family. I surpass even legendary basketball player Vince Carter in my abilities and hold my own against anyone on the court. I am unapologetic about my success and survival in a world that values material wealth over honor and integrity.

We are what we are, musical contrast, sound clash, bomb blast
Celebrating the diverse nature of music and the powerful impact it can have.