Chyno - Ballad of an Exodus lyrics

[Intro] They want oil for food, give em food for thought They wanna play in the kingdom of God So let me take them to the kingdom of God [Verse 1] My body on a, bench in Barcelona's, Paseo Pica**o Cuz this my Blue Period, my mind travels to Damascus corners Tagging walls in Bab Tuma, manifesto for a New Syria This is my Magnum Opus Shahrazade's gift of gab that kept the Sultan's focus A thousand one nights, awake outside my country's borders Insomnia, f** it I will not consult my conscience My guilt is not important, anyways I can't afford it Yeah, my homie told me get out of your comfort zone I took it as a metaphor for me to go back home For what? To go to war? For who? These over lords f** you! I'll drink this sorrow off and down this molotov co*ktail, hot damn, that's hot, fresh out the press Yeah, I got mail, last month, inbox filled up with texts "The old milk shake, store that we use to chill with our friends The one in sha3lan, just got bombed inshallah we won't be next" Lords of the ring of fire, for them to stand by us Soldiers need to be bias Follow leaders who pretend to be pious Whatever options we've chosen there's always denial Muddy waters, we all taking a dive Tryna make it out alive soldiers fleeing the war Teachers turn into warriors Children turn into teachers Experience becomes their tutorial The war zone their emporium They visit everyday exploring their limits While mothers sleepless when her sons mourning comes I give a sh** who is victorious Break down the opium, then brand my dopeness This is my Magnum Opus [Hook] What's a Magnet Opis? What's a Magnet Opis? It's Magnum Opus. It Means Great Work What's a Magnet Opis? What's a Magnet Opis? I'm afraid they're not gonna make it back What's a Magnet Opis? What's a Magnet Opis? It's Magnum Opus. It Means Great Work What's a Magnet Opis? What's a Magnet Opis? What? You Can't Die [Verse 2] Give 'em d**h and shock 'em back to life, all clear Jean Paul Gaultier, could bottle up this cold air Modern day Voltaire trapped inside this vault here Holding Edward Snowden's folders chilling on arm chair Rocking back and forth, waiting for the chauffeur I'll go to war, but please take me to the show first They tell you no, you pa** eighteen, we need your grow spurt Here's a jacket, here's your boots, hold this heat cuz its a cold world Mira, chico and chic, ask Condoleeza Why these Emba**ies don't give me no visa Look, I'm educated and my mother's Filipina But your pa**port says Syria, so you don't fit our criteria Oh, vale, ma3le, I'll take 'em to the valley Beqaa and that's exactly the opposite of Cali Hasheesh inside these baggies, I stash 'em inside my pants No baggy, these pants are saggie cuz I smuggle through Sirwali Libnani and Afghani, rolled up with a Shami You can say that joint is the bomb, but it's funded by Rouhani Assad got the Iranis, and Baghdadi got the Saudis But me I got this pa**port and nobody wanna stamp me The one's who stay say in God they trust The one's who run become blasphemous Take their stories and become amba**adors It's the Ballad of an Exodus [Hook] [Outro] Well I was only describing what I saw