I met freedom on my deathbed.
I made my best runs on my last leg.

Drinking from the tides, beside
The wise men whose wives were wiser
They said, Mohamed — don’t let em 9 to 5 ya

Youngin If you want to live a life that’s live-er
You gotta learn to survive off saliva

Don’t strive for struggle
You gotta tussle with your soul
I’m talking spiritual muscle!

Going to war with your nafs (soul)
Anything less, brings about disrespect

Affirmations for the aforementioned
I won’t let em keep my peace pending
I’m not a patient man,

I’m a patron of the patient,
Mercy is my currency.

Can’t be complacent, with where I place it
So, I spread it like wildfires
Birthed in the flames.

The smoke spoke our names
Phoenix babies, I’m the son of a sun

My mother was 1 of 1
I’m a kingdom that won’t come —
Under siege, understand, or under seas

The graveyard exists for men who disbelieve
I’m a sage for the saved self.

I saved myself,
But there won’t be a self to save
When freedom has her way.