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Bonfire's Prelude

from Bonfire's Prelude by C.M.P.

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A lifetime in a song.

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It's been a long time coming.

God, Family, Business.

You know.

Uh.

To Heaven, there’s a narrow path! But to Hell, there’s a freeway.
All in for the LORD til' it's d-day.
Opportunity, no handouts.
Promises get broken. Make sure you understand now.
Now.
Now.
Come, follow. Yo, it’s simple.
I been flowing for years. Got miles on instrumentals.
I speak light! Life, it gets dark son.
Pain seems to be the paintbrush that I draw from.
One of my youngins got shot five times. Another one of my youngin’ overdosed.
I heard the news and I could not cry. I just wanted to pull up and go hold em' close.
You know?
Aye.
It’s deals on the table.
Billions for acquisitions but got bills on the table.
In times of conflict, gotta build what you’re able.
Might not have much, but I can build from a table.
Uh.
Turn yo' ideology to Swiss cheese
Cuz you gambling with your soul like a Pick Three.
Tell my elders I love em’ and see em’ soon
In case they don’t make it through the night to go see the moon.
Transmute and harness.
Hustle from the energy that was once was lust, carnage.
Do it God’s way. He never ever bargains.
This world is so evil. Say that and become a target.
I’m from a city where my skin is like the Black Plague.
And family members is thinking my presence’s passé.
It’s taxing dealing with schizophrenic antics.
I survived shootouts. What are your childish semantics?
Huh…?
You know it’s real when you’re in the will.
Access to trust funds have gotten people killed
in a land where your worth is connected to what you net.
Stars show my worth. Abrahamic inheritance.
How much yo soul worth? Capture the profit margin?
You’d be surprised how lack can turn men lawless.
Pimps say you get the mind, you got the body.
They selling they soul for trinkets while treasures go hunt the godly.
Whoo.
Watching for the medusas.
Moms came through and blessed me with the mezuzah.
Everybody looking and seeking the new Azusa.
The world trying to ball so yeah, many will shoot ya
Where I’m from! No cappin’.
Uptown, Locust to Burleigh. Bronzeville, what’s happenin’?
From couch surfing to politicin’ in mansions.
From praying and hopin’ down to the Indian Ocean.
I see boys go from stealing hearts to turnin' Klepto.
Girls, go from super sweet to doing neck rolls.
Where are the elders? Not these wack, fake Jethros.
I cannot die til’ I rise. Heck no.
Called to press on.
Some cops is thinking that melanin is like Teflon.
Some feel me but by most, I’m feeling slept on.
Having joy and staying pure they don’t bet on.
On. No.
Take it back to the Garden, sweet as sangria.
Marveling at God’s work beyond Pangea.
From a block where in broad day shootouts
To screaming hallelujah. God, root out
The flesh.
Bonfire.

Hallelujah.
God, root out the flesh.
Bonfire.

Bonfire.

God, Family, Business.
Organize the Fam.
Then we gettin’ riches.

Uh.

Uh, uh, uh...

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from Bonfire's Prelude, released October 27, 2022

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C.M.P. Raleigh, North Carolina

The self-taught Milwaukee native known as C.M.P. beat the odds by the grace of God. Coming from a split family where his father was a drug dealer & his mother is a Christian evangelist, he lived in two worlds at once. As an artistic polymath, creating is like breathing for C.M.P., considering the arts became an escape that turned into a ministry platform. ... more

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