The Conjuring

When it's my time to go, let me transition
If you got to shed tears, let it water the living
(We all keep on living)
Let my conjure up my higher self

Loud echos, familiar violent sounds from the ghettos
I call upon green vegetation from them clear meadows
I call upon shoeless souls never seen stilettos
Sill a nigga (nigga) give a fuck about these shades of yellows
I ain't no punk I ain't no bitch
I did six years to the day and I ain't ever snitch
I use to overthink my flow, now it's effortless
Call me effort Lyss, Lyssa True Poet or PZA
I'm the greatest, try and conjure up an aura that's realer
Sway ya head and raise a fist if these feelings familiar

Know you been under pressure
Let me cut you some slack
You exhausted, I fill the space where you lack
I think you might of got offended
That's when you dug a knife in my back
Now we stuck, feel like our energy trapped

I quiet my voice so I can think clearly
Power my intuition only thing I let steer me
Meditate before I rest to call my ancestors near me
Tune the frequency, so they can hear me

Sometime I wonder what'd happen if I signed my initials
For that major distribution, fuck it they superficial
Still at times I travel back at my temple I find a pistol
Black nine, two brown eyes (It's alive!)
Is you ready to die? I conjured up a way to survive
Speaking the only effective language I learned
Turned to the money, every single dollar I'd earned
Take it and leave, pray that you never return
Conjured memories the final scenes, now I'm watching them burn
Deep rooted pain can claim your spirit, that I finally discerned