Refuge (Interlude) Songtext
von Alex Faith

Getting tore up under city lights
Looking for a place to rest
Where am I gon′ spend the night
Eyelids closed and these dreams take me to greater heights
Third eye open got my body chasing the newest high
As the paint drips candy and I swing around the corner
My whip clean as it can be
Music loud hear me coming even when you can't see
Flex like that, see the canvas that I′m painting
Vain when I smile, gold in my mouth
Grandmama even had 'em how we do it in the South
Shorty pop it, drop it low show us what you working with
But I would kill my daughter if I ever seen her twerking it
All on the same block, who do we blame huh?
The lights is getting cut off next week
When will the pain stop?
Baby momma cookin' and pissin′ all in the same pot
This is what it really is I′ll tell you what it's never not
Peace to all the killers, war to all the writers
Death to every prophet, violence will unite us


Now every child recite us, every child with a weapon
All that pain that Martin dealt with and nobody step in
March for our freedom, but that freedom we don′t want
The ghetto's like a ghost town that trap house is haunted
The demons pitching on the curb zombies stalk the pavement
I call it the purge they call it the payment
The nonsense I saw and heard as an adolescent
Church doors are open God I need a blessing
But we don′t trust the reverend so we get it how we live
Loading up the weapons taking what you wouldn't give
This is life for me every day on the South Side
Couple homicides you perish by stepping outside
I turned eighteen, I was happy to be alive
See you wanna live, but I just wanna survive
300 miles from the ocean
Six million kilowatts keep slot machines open
Four aces smokin′
West Coast Oasis exploding
It's LV, NV, Las Vegas in me
The A-D ATLiens with me
The acid pills have illuminated these daffodils
Ain't even gotta open those doors, the velociraptors will
Far from Jurassic, cars park in darkness
The man you see is the captain
The passenger seat′s a teen and she′s trafficked
They follow money in lieu of solimony
In wisdom and vision and swimming in pools of women
The moon and communion, the room, the lobby too
Two women two conky Bonnies and Clyde his pocket
Two mollies Osiris is not the god we
Trust in, we're just leading the chase
But if race is leading this race
Then this vanity must end
Don′t have to smash the mirror
The spirit's here with you
Just don′t forget his reflection
When exiting that room.