Candle of the Devil

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