🎃 “Turkeys Lurking (Felonious Feast)”

[Intro – Spoken Word over eerie organ & vinyl crackle] They said it was dinner… But I smelled deception in the stuffing. Turkeys lurking, masks on— This ain’t Thanksgiving, it’s a reckoning. [Verse 1] Turkeys lurking in the shadows of my grind Stuffin’ they face while I’m starvin’ for a sign Bread in the oven, but they never break it They just fake it, take it, then forsake it Loose skin, dry lies, no lotion for the soul They gobble up my blessings, leave me in the cold I gave ‘em the tee of their life, they wore it wrong Now I chase ‘em masked up, Felonious in the song [Hook] Turkeys lurking, gobblin’ greed Feastin’ on the pain while I bleed Halloween heart, masked in truth I’m the ghost they fed, now I haunt the booth You can run, but you can’t unsee Felon Jesus calls me free So tuck yourself in, say your grace Before I carve this beat and erase your face [Verse 2] Wild Bill for these lines, coke in the flow Pushin’ dope in fit-n-ol, gospel in the glow I’m not your tee, I’m your testimony Picnic by force, not ceremony Yogi Bear money, but it ain’t funny When family runs off with your soul and your money I’m Jason with the mask, Michael with the blade But I refuse to die just to make you afraid [Bridge – Choir Sample + Spoken Word] They lurk like turkeys, dressed like saints But I see the grease, I smell the taint I’m not your feast, I’m the fire Felonious truth, gospel choir [Outro] So when you see me, don’t pretend You was never my friend Turkeys lurking, but I’m still here Masked in purpose, crystal clear