Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MOOSA, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Song language: English
MOOSA |
| I was begging God for a sign |
| Shine a beacon of light |
| I know I ain’t living right |
| Everyday is darkness |
| In this dusty apartment |
| Half empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet |
| Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith and Wesson |
| Misdirected I gripped the weapon |
| Connect it to my temple |
| Resentful to be so sinful |
| Demons on my mental |
| Dreaming of when things were simple |
| On SNL with Kanye |
| Poppin Ace at the 40/40 next to Beyoncé |
| Now I felt like Michele and Kelly |
| As if my destiny wasn’t manifesting for me |
| At the same time my dog James fighting an attempt |
| A Class X felony Rotting in Cook County with rapists facing 40 years |
| He’d be lucky to get a 20 piece |
| My conversation with him were therapy |
| Imagining how he could be so optimistic |
| Praying in front of a toilet with no pot to piss in |
| He told me stop and listen |
| Allah gives me my freedom |
| If I keep him inside |
| These devils could never hold my mind in prison |
| And you outside bitching |
| You need to practice some gratitude |
| Take heed of the blessings that he granted you |
| Waiting by this phone |
| Better days are coming I know you been gone so long |
| But one day you’ll be home again |
| Just waiting by that jail phone |
| Better days are coming I know you been gone so long |
| But one day you’ll be home again |
| Before long, I’m introduced on the phone to a brother named Moosa |
| See Moosa been in Dixin Prison since he was a junior |
| Sentenced to 25 years at 14 as an adolescent shooter |
| I knew him through my sister Aja Monet |
| She asked me if I could help to shed some light on his case |
| We hop on the horn, knowledge is born |
| Rapping 'bout criminalization of the black boy |
| The conversations moved forward to James |
| Asked «what's the chance he’d be sent to Dixon?» |
| He said «slim to none, Illinois got 50 prisons. |
| I got a clemency petition, you could help me pitch it. |
| Hold on, let me call you back the CO’s bitching.» |
| As James trial date approached fruition |
| I’m going through my own trials |
| Caught a gun possession for the .40 cal |
| All this positive shit and I’m really hardly different |
| Thinking I might end up in a cell right by these niggas |
| My mind started flipping when I heard the judge decision |
| A decade and a half, they don’t want him home till 2035 |
| That’s that shit that’ll make you spaz |
| Grab a CO and slit his throat with a broken glass |
| Last but not least |
| In a feat of serendipity |
| This nigga got sent to the same penitentiary |
| I kid you not, on the same cell block |
| So close to this nigga Moosa |
| That they could share a cot |
| James start going to Jumu’ah |
| He putting me on the Quran |
| I’m taking fruit from the faith of Islam |
| Meditating on my burdens as I pray to Allah |
| To keep my head high through the hooplah |
| He surrounded by the wolves in a pool of sharks |
| Fighting over phone time |
| Wrong place wrong time |
| Moosa got into an altercation on some petty shit |
| Wasn’t even really his beef, it was his celly’s shit |
| Blood everywhere, teeth knocked out |
| Busted his mouth, somebody shout |
| Next thing you know, the CO’s is stomping him out |
| Now his hope of freedom cast in a shadow of doubt |
| All the classes and the programs |
| Dirty toilet bowl hands |
| Hoping it wasn’t all for nothing |
| Fast forward to our next discussion |
| He still stressing over the repercussions |
| He told me he came across an initiative |
| Surrounding the COVID concerning clemency prisoners |
| I doubted the significance I mean shit, how could it be |
| He ain’t supposed to see the streets until 2033 |
| I sent a note to the governors desk I knew he wouldn’t read |
| I got the call from his lady 3 days later |
| He’s home free |
| We passed through great arches |
| A fortress of stone |
| Hands and hair as course as wool |
| Feet like burnished bronze |
| As we march through the sea |
| In all of your glory |
| You need not fear |
| For the tides are turning |
| There’s a wind in your sail |
| Keep on dreaming |
| Keep on loving |
| Keep on moving |
| Keep on discovering (yeah yeah) |
| Keep on existing |
| Keep on resisting |
| Keep on fighting (yeah yeah) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah |
| Simmer down simmer down simmer down simmer down |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |