Daily conversations with the higher power
You facing a soul of a rebel
So before I reach my final hour
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
Genocidal survivor, son of a refugee
Revolutionary my freedom come with a hefty fee
Trapped inside the mind too
Tried to talk to God
Told 'em kill all my demons but my angels might die too
Grinding since I'm age ten
Single mother households trying their best to raise men
Know this pain a vessel to gain strength
Dawg in my heart our Father's for real the farmer
'Cause what you plant is what you harvest in the field of karma
Troubled economy
Struggle and poverty embedded in my genetics
So the hustle inside of me
I just know mama was crying, see pops died young
Immortalized forever
I just go and cock my gun
As I unload and squeeze
I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat, it bleeds
Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams
Had to water the root of all evil it's growing seeds
Emcees know Mean go deep his soul will bleed
Speak for the wounded to move on
They say anger is grief that's been silent for too long
Became the voice of the voiceless
The voice of my people
And now my time has come
R-Mean, The Rising Son
Tryna spark the hate, they tryna spark fights
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean and God's Son gon' carry the cross like
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war I feel it deep as my scars like
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
They mad until you give 'em a bag, friendly extortion
Full magazine mangled his frame that's his misfortune
Red wine straight outta Spain poured from a pitcher
Four-hour dinners out with my niggas, pour out some liquor
You was taught to accept things you can't change, I respect that
To me nothing is monolithic
Nobody exempt from who karma visit
It's Brunello Cucinelli when the suits are double-breasted
Never locked for drug possession
The Nike head
The prodigal son
Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun
I chilled with each one
I put words to millions of eardrums and brains
A positive conduit for upliftment and change
Everything is a struggle but lately it's getting easy
What come easy won't last it temporarily please me
Exemplary, a visionary
Ghetto roots, tree on my boots, my kicks vary
I rep truth
Champion sweatsuits
Tea with the royal couple
So we can speak on nationwide protests erupting
And help stop the suffering
But who am I, a man from QU.NY
Until I die a humble guy
Tryna turn my last spark to dark nights
Mean and God's Son gon' carry the cross like
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
I feel it's gettin' cold, they tryna reach for my soul but
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
Fuck it, let's go to war I feel it deep as my scars like
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil
R-Mean
Let's go
Fuck it, let's go to war
Woo! Blow out the candle of the devil