viii. lotus

Resurrected in the same suit that he was buried in
Noose around his neck, red juice soaked from his boots to his cranium
Yes, the cesspool was radiant, rescue failed
But upon his tomb grew geraniums
Life from death, no eye for an eye he took the righteous steps
And then he died, I guess truth and bribes don't buy respect
Awakened blind as the light reflect on pool through mine from mole
Connected mind and soul
Clarity of the Ayatollah, disparity of gradient smacked him
Shine was alien from darkness, eyes matched it and blackened
Man turned from a carcass took action
Chest was numb even with vivation in his lungs
Hands to his scars, no vibration from his drum
Took bullets and dug and like a lotus rose from mud
Clawed through the burrow, still charred from the inferno
From earth's maw, hand breached the surface like it was reaching for the stars

He roamed the strip with hatred
Screaming at vagrants that don't exist
Dreaming they throwing fits 'bout his fragrance, crazily
The regime of the nation was 0 for 6 fatally
I guess that he endured extreme freemasonry
Maybe face was maimed and scarred, maybe it's Maybelline
Regardless it's covered in chrome gauze
Before he got shot he was robbed, his car was popped and he couldn't afford a chauffeur
And so far on his trek through battered boots, was an eyesore, blood splattered loose
And raw flesh collected on the sidewalk
So what'd he die for? They're under the grave but he escaped from the sky morgue
Reborn a new man, baptized in blood
Lazarus adorned him with savageness and love
And yet the prognosis keep him in check
He's not hopeless, just believes and knows behemoths pay debts
Y'all focus, innovation defuses situations like osmosis

Leave a dog alone and he'll return
To monochrome walls, serving the purpose of an urn
Confidants fallen all of them burned
Only one soul left, Dante with the grotesque eye
With a homie to protect and a piece
He'd be spraying lead into the red sky