Caine Casanova - Yours Truly, Beloved. Lyrics

Looking at my life through your eyes
I swear I see the light from the sky
I never asked why a politician inside a prison confined
Sneaking suspicion and instant your dreams come alive
Impression is real
Never catch you gripping a steel
Yet your method to kill was only towards a matter of will
Collecting calls, praying they run up my telephone bill
Acceptance is gone, but you're welcomed to call
'Cause I still care for you as a brother

And the trust that we built
Note the system got a man with intellectual skills
Just promise you'll teach the young ones
And the land that we come from
Show em there's hope and more to life
I know that you will
I never been this position
I don't know you feel but I'll never forget the work
That you put in, in the field
I remember getting stomped out and you helped me to heal
And that's real, ain't no way
I'll keep your knowledge concealed
Bust a shot in the dark
Blessings in the absence of God
Morning service abroad
Closed the curtains, angels applaud
In the act of God, seeing how my wisdom evolved

Sparking a mindset, to which your pride would unlock
Emotionally I'm drowning
It's too easy to drown in
Take a look at our surroundings
And the shit surrounds us
Heavenly father come meet me
'Cause this message was briefly
Thoughts I pondered up in my head
During nights I was sleeping
Now I'm up wake, assuming I know my position
Overusing nuisance that leaded my niggas convicted
Who's side are you on?
Inside you it's still me
F*ck the judge, all they know you for being is guilty
For my brother, which many others did his question his theory
I seen the side of you niggas
Ain't see you in clearly, damn
Legendary enough?
Make history f*ck a lesson
This is a message from yours truly, beloved

Yours truly, beloved
Yours truly, beloved
Yours truly, beloved

Narrow escape
Close call, the end is at stake
See your pain in your face
Some all would never embrace
Better my aim
Bust shots, they never were blank
And the blood that was stained
Is imaginary an artist can paint
With the pride you intake
Flowing through correctional rates
And the way that we think
It's really so much more I should thank, damn
Yours truly, beloved
And everything must change
It's just the way we evolve

Yours truly, beloved
Yours truly, beloved
Yours truly, beloved

Beloved, beloved, beloved