Righteous Fell - Arcfirefly Remix

[Spoken Softly] I emerge from the sulfur cracks, wings charred black, voice like gravel dragged through broken stained glass. Once I walked among men who still believed in light. Now I spit this over 808s that limp like dying heartbeats in the 3rd ward shadows. [Whispers] "Righteous Fell" [Intro] Wind hit different on Halsted tonight… Angels got evicted, landlords took the halo rent… Crosses turn to X’s when the block don’t repent… [Sound of shots] [Verse 1] Preacher man used to walk these corners with a Bible and a blick, Now he slidin’ in a foreign with a brick and a chick, Told the youth “stay righteous,” then he flipped the script, Same mouth that blessed the food now kissin’ counterfeit lips. Deacons in designer, pockets fuller than the collection plate, Sermon ‘bout forgiveness while they tax the fiends they hate, Mama prayed the rosary, tears hittin’ hardwood floor, Now her son got a burner and he prayin’ for a score. [Hook] Righteous fallin’ like the rain on Cottage Grove, Halos rustin’ in the gutter where the vultures rove, Cross on the chain got blood on the gold, Even the saved souls get sold when the winters get cold. Righteous fallin’… (fallin’) Righteous fallin’… (they all in) Turn the last good man to a ghost in the wind, Chicago eat its righteous, spit ‘em out again. [Verse 2] Old head on the porch still rockin’ that Ephesians fit, Told me “Boy keep ya head up,” then he died in the whip, Stray round caught his temple while he readin’ Matthew 5, Took the whole scripture with him when the nine let it live. Kids postin’ “R.I.P.” with the prayin’ hands emoji, Next slide they flashin’ poles like the funeral a trophy, Church doors boarded, stained glass shattered in the street, Devil got a lease now, collectin’ on defeat. [Hook] Righteous fallin’ like the rain on Cottage Grove, Halos rustin’ in the gutter where the vultures rove, Cross on the chain got blood on the gold, Even the saved souls get sold when the winters get cold. [Bridge] I watched the last deacon sell his collar for a bag, Watched the choir girl trade her voice for a tag, Watched the boy who carried the Bible to the court, Put it down for a Draco when the pain got too raw. Ain’t no redemption when the city own the scale, Good men turn to shadows when the light always fail… I should know. I used to carry that same flame before I fell. [Outro] Righteous fallin’… Righteous gone… Only demons left to finish the song. Now bow your head, mortal. The choir’s empty. And hell got good acoustics. [sound of shots in the distance]