Peace or Power

by Deacon The Villain

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released October 1, 2015

All tracks produced by Deacon The Villain

Cover art by Michael Manomivibul

Mixed by Amond Jackson for "Salem Psalms" Studios (Atlanta, Ga)
Mastered by Change for "The Den" Digital Studios

Head of A&R: Essene "Champagne Chu" Moormon
Cover Art Consultation: Tony "Tonedeff" Rojas"


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Track Name: The Other Side
I'm bout to jump up out the plane with no parachute
I told my wife no time for breakfast, girl, cause I got the juice
I'm steppin' right up out this bitch no time for lacing my shoes
I said "I'm bout to take a flight past the moon"
this boy can fly if you don't know
I can move too quick for the photos
spread my wings
fly where they can't go
bout to free myself from the pharaoh
in sky like
the moon during twilight
i'm feeling really high right?
but in hindsight
everything that I write
is from the other side
I'm a bird that's fresh out the cage
can't telescope me
I'm out of range
I'm outer-space
dead to the world
but climbed out the grave
dealing with feelings of living afraid
will place you a ceiling where you can't escape
we are all made in the image of one without limits
so everyone put on your capes

I wanna tell you something 'bout the people you know
ask 'em what are they living for
you got to know everything that glitters ain't gold
I hope you are enjoying the show
well c'mon

Baby I'm not gon' live another night
unless I spread my wings and take flight
to the other side

sometimes I don't see sunlight
sometimes I don't see sleep
sometimes it mess with my love life
sometimes a nigga don't eat
most times things don't go right
gotta detour that dream
whole up'!
"fuck that shit get back to the script like you're illustrated by Stan Lee!"
if you're passionate tell the universe nothing rattles your dream
you're the master so break the shackles cause people got to be free
although some may laugh at it
it's no accident
you can walk on the sea
even build a pyramid or another wonder for people to see
in a life heavy as the ocean
it can drown your emotion dealing with the motion
I'm tellin you that you are really chosen
I'm hoping you are really open to dealing with the notion
row that boat in the lowest of tide
get a surfboard when the waves get high
you got gifts that'll help you rise
spread yo wings
touch that sky
Track Name: The Devil & The Deep (feat. Harold Holloway & Jason Coffey)
Harold Holloway

let me tell you a real old story
greatest story ever told
about a little old angel named Lucifer
and his war with the Holy Ghost

Jason Coffey

Why did you make man?
and give him everything for free
but when I ask for some shit for me
you threw me in a fiery sea

Deacon & Jason Coffey

people getting down (that's what I do)
evil all around ('said I'm everywhere)
you are not the same (
they are not to blame (but I'm to blame)


the devil
the devil & The Deep
he wants to turn the whole world inside out
wake up don't sleep


tell him run real far
run fast as a German car
you can find him in the teachers and the preachers even German czars
anything beneath these burning stars
I’m talkin’ far like mars
but instead we stand around in awe of the rare kind
my daddy said pay the devil no air time
so I’m stop it at eight bars

Deacon & Jason Coffey:

he is prince of the dark
author of sin
father of lies
there is no sympathy for iniquity
the devil he fell from the sky
he's the believer's deceiver
the tempter
the spoiler
he wears a disguise
the isms my nigga
his plan's to divide


who got you hatin’ on niggaz ‘cause they got them Jays 10 days before you got paid
who got you on the highway in rage callin’ ere’body out they name?
who got you giving up the fight?
them jeans never felt so tight
don’t you know no good?
who make you wish you didn’t know what’s right?
Little Caesar give me one more slice
I’m fucking hungry
now before yall congregate
I’m just trying to conversate about a proper now
it’s a spirit that’ll dominate if you let him in your common space and make you act out
and leave you looking like a common fool
make you forget about the golden rule and what you’re ‘spose to do
but there is hope for you
just use the songs that I wrote for you to kick his holy rollin’ ass out
Track Name: Ghosts Don't Lie (feat. Natti)

If you know me very well
you know I don’t believe in fairy tales


Ghost Don’t Lie
Ain’t gon’ tell you twice


Mississippi goddam!
mississippi goddam!
goddam mississippi!
still wavin' that flag!
still wavin' that flag that flag mississippi!

Mississippi goddam!
mississippi goddam!
goddam mississippi!
still wavin' that flag!
you better take it down quickly!

before niggaz make history!
that's field niggaz house niggaz all on sick leave
a bunch of black Bill Bixbys
in the David Banner roll
alert medical
some times the truth hurts like whips
or being chained together under ships
sleeping in shit
tell me how hood must we get
remember who started this shit
red, white and blue
what can we do just to heal?
how can the truth be revealed?
we sick from disorder
our social establishments ill
congress put that in a bill
so full of shit information
ignorance and inflammation
living with cancer
if you don't hear but one stanza
don't go to the grave with the answers
in God we trust



The game ain’t no fair
you bess not go there
the shit don’t stop
unless you got gold hair
for you there’s no share
the shit’s on lock
they living without rules
can’t do it without you
ya folk gon’ die
just give it some time
I know you out of your mind
but ghosts don’t lie


Are they spooked by the spook who sat by the door
with a 44 and a couple duffles of C4
Civil War labeled "a scuffle for free chores"
free uppity niggaz wanting to read more
keep 'em happy with less danglin' from sycamore
still hanging now its in front of the liquor
cops smokin' blacks like a product of Philip Morris
if we ain't got a weapon they'll gladly conceal it for us
equality's a lottery numbers ain't really for us
wish I had a mask and gloves to steal it for us
before they spot our caps and gladly peel them for us
storm troopers on dash cams using the force
of course talk about it on Good Morning America
debate about our death
good mourning, America
no wonder relations are so torn in America
feeling lacerations
skin torn in America

Pre Chorus

Track Name: A Miracle Exists

I hear music in the sky
I have never felt so high
could heaven be like this?

you making me forget about money
making me forget about pain
when I'm in your milk and honey
I forget about everything

so don't hold back
stay on track
when we let loose
when we react

girl I could be your adam
split atoms under the leaves
biting on your apple bottom
little mama you could be my eve

in paradise
with a pair of dice
let it roll
pay that price
that's for lilfe
that's for life


Through all of the rain
we touch the control
it's such a beautiful place and we need to go
ain't that the truth

Don't worry about the morning after
there's no disaster greater than letting moments pass ya
when in rapture
I'd hate for you to be thinking backwards
back when you had the opportunity to have some laughs


Track Name: Falling Sky (feat. Champagne Chu)

up under the rain
the sky is falling
can you remember the time
when the sun was calling?


we go round and round
up and down
these night dreams
in the mansion glow
all alone
for nice things
from the blackest ground
you like the sound the lights sing
down below

Champagne Chu

can I get a high five?!
we touched sky
finally got a piece of that american pie
that pan am money
started to fly
but the engine caught fire and we burned alive
hot damn, honey
ass thighs
looking like baby back ribs, lies
last week, a sunny
surprise, surprise
before them implants you was 105
hey, keep up the good work
get money gonna use it for some good first
yeah right
red Light
just a nigga in Paris with the red nikes
Autobahn with them bubble eye headlights
yeah, gonna live wrong till I’m dead right
that’s right
we ‘gon ride this bitch till it hit on E
until then everything’s on me



let’s party bullshit
new day new script
through pain music helped get to it
we’ve earn it (turn up)
I learned this today
we’ve earned it (turn up)
can earnestly say


man, niggaz ain't never had shit
neither has the red man brown man yellow man bitch
as i look through my satellite dish
it's party after party cause we hardly got to have our own kicks
though most of our folks ain't rich
see a nigga make it and we actin like we just scored six
cause we started from the bottom as a race
this american pie tastes like grace
eat up then re-up roll weed up ya feet up for good
even hookin' my fleet up with wood
buy out the bar, look up, buy up the stars
vacate, fly up to mars
but what do I know?
Nappy Roots said from the go
our whole life I been po'
now we got some money and some milk and honey nigga and i’m telling ya that everything that glitters looks gold


welcome to the rat race
alien american
literally last place
in chains
get strong fast paced
3/5ths human
would you listen to my black face
black codes
married to a Jim Crow
my lawd
chariot swing low
sooner than peace niggaz need release
no sugar coats
naked truth at least
whatever happened to them acres? (acres)
all them Dirty Acres (acres)
stolen 40 Acres (acres)
We don’t need Acres? (acres)
fuckin' 40 acres… (acres)
we don’t want acres
What we need is:
good behavior
share the views
all the things we rarely do
naked truth within the schools
learn from me?
I learn from you…
Track Name: A Better Place

it’s ‘bout to go down
i’m talking ‘bout a better place
where your eyes will see more
more than ever before
into space

It’s ‘bout to go down
I’m talkin ‘bout a better place
what is evil and good?
all my people you should have a taste

can you magine a world
no violence?
no lie or sin?
to picture this might need to wipe your lens
get high
ain't talkin mary jane or vicatin
my pious friends
but still we gliding like we lie on wind
we could appreciate our different ways
our different races weren't racing towards the end of days
our different faces faced the weather with amazing grace
and this the basis 'til we placing satan in his grave
now now
every day
in this maze
where we hustle
where we play
where we struggle
in the shade
everybody wait for that sound


so how to we respect ourselves?
and check our selves?
when it's so easy just wreck ourselves
neglect our health
sometimes in life I set the bar too low
ain't that fa show
and when that fear creeps in I'm out the do'
to the corna sto'
to get my beer or my bourbon
to put that weed in my pipe
call up my cuddliest buddy to get my mind off of life
sometimes I'm lost in his study
sometimes I'm lost in the night
sometimes I'm runnin with no end game in site
from light
every day
in this maze
where we hustle
where we pray
where we struggle
in the shade
everybody wait for that sound


the power's in you
for peace
from night
to be
the light
mountains will move
the price
the bite
won't stop
your life
it's 'bout to go down
Track Name: Love (feat. The Remnant & Van Berry)
Van Berry

way down by the creek side
shade make you feel alright
all the women in they dress shoes
clean feet with the pleat creased tight
let's spread love
tell me
come and feel this water
so cool it'll sooth them bones
I know your life's out of order
so is mine you can call that home
spread love

Tribe One

Yall it's been a rough year
seen to much sweat and blood and shed enough tears
and even though the direction we're heading's unclear
i can say for certain the purpose ain't getting stuck here
it's been too long with not a lot of improvement
so now we don't want baby steps we want a solution
we saw what Martin Luther did and followed the blue print
cause if all we did was loot they wouldn't call it a movement
that's why we'll still be working after the press buzz
adding on to what our parent's generation left us
so we can hold what older folks only dreamt of
and the only way we'll get it is to spread love

Adán Bean

Spread love like jam and jelly preserves
this is the marked failure of elegant words
i got a helluva urge
just to sip this mint julep out of mason jars
my cars a Chevy Buick
but tonight I'm gon' foot it
since my feet found home
when I hit the creek side dressed like Paul Poundstone
look it might sound wrong but life don't last long
and I'm keep dancing 'til the piano's last song
and that sweat on my brow is the evidence of how
we refuse to ever let life's problems get us down
head measured for a crown
we the kings of the night life
love shuns the day but it stays in the twilight


Spread love it'll change your life
shine down like angel light
we can brave the night
when the day breaks take a flight
you can keep everything in site
aint' that the truth?


The truth is some of yall are ruthless
the world don't care about excuses
the world might label you a nuisance then hang you from a noose
well the world better read up, cause we up
my girl kicked her feet up
my homie just re-upped
my uncles putting heat up on them coals
all love
that's just how it goes
hug life
that's just how we roll
crack a bud light
to switch lanes move to the left
I'm talkin 'bout love, not a duel to the death
you could hate this song I ain't lovin' you less
love self let love do the rest


Spread love it'll change your life
shine down like angel light
we can brave the night
when the day breaks take a flight
let 'em know everything's alright
aint' that the truth?
ain't that the truth?
Track Name: City of Son (feat. JustMe)

everybody wanna have fun
lost in the city of son
let's go (ha ha ha ha ha)
show you how the west was won
come to the city of son
let's go (ha ha ha ha ha)


Let's go y'all! Drive or fly
Beat feet not to the sweet by and by
Or a slice of the pie in the sky when you die
But the reward to be more than private eyes
That report and remark on what we spied
We swore that we'd score but we ain't ride
All full of excusing...the devil a liar
But who's the loser choosing never to try?
Not I. I'm a get up and act
'Cause ain't a dang thing falling in my lap
Without a pain, gain be amounting to crap
Without an effort I'd be left for the trap
And I ain't Effing with that!
(Fuck that!)Smart work pays off
Like a man that lacks hard work stays soft
Until the man in the mirror jerk lays off
I ain't even taking birthdays off



I wanna go
so many questions
I wanna know
so many ways I wanna grow
actions speak loud Lord help me to show
chest pain after chest pain hold as i sit down
lost count of the blunts rolled as they go round
need to focus on self and all things I know now
I do this for Eve and the seed we gon' sew down
in a battle versus self it can go rounds
"be a winner over sin, friend, get the gold crown"
so I'm 'spose to love
that's the lowdown?
in a world that hates love
that's the program?
so hard to do
so hard to act right when God's in view
he's everywhere and he's so hard to fool
everybody barbecue

You can't blame the devil for your actions
can't blame the devil for your actions
no ya can't
cant't blame the devil for your actions
can't blame the devil for your actions
no ya can't
can't blame the devil for your actions
can't blame the devil for your actions
he is just a fraction
anybody out there askin'
(I'm) talkin' 'bout something everlastin'
all that I know
Track Name: Little Drummer Boy (feat. Homeboy Sandman)
See them marching
marching home my Lord
after fighting
for the throne


They in the streets all night
all day
they in the streets all night
all day
you hear the guns sing pah rum pum pum
as arms say bombs away



They were born in the belly of the beast
make a wrong turn streets is telling of a feast
where peace is a myth
where sleeps for the rich
to eat is a gift
how charming a child can be
till he's rollin' down ya street in a gold caprice
trying eat on ya gold piece
leave sleep in a hole deceased
I'm talking where you better pray right before you see daylight
no days predictable
there's no two alike
everybody's a-type
ready for the kill
babies need meals dolla dolla bills
over pills and such we trust
blue come through tough throw ya folk in cuffs
watch 'em grown up in the game till they old and rough
you better learn when to fold or bluff


They in the background mobbin'
creepin' through the slums
goons and goblins
you think they lookin' for problems?
they looking for change like trees in autumn
and in they eyes you can see what fear do
when every moment it is giving you an earful
become witness
to the estranged children of the corn
let the wick flame
devil wings and halos
in the innocence of the barbies and the legos
they something like playdoh
getting fashioned getting molded since days old
getting game over games of dice
a ghetto life such a famous plight
to get the picture hope I frame it right
niggaz for sale name your price

Homebody Sandman

The evil that men do
and women do
as observed by the little dudes in the living rooms
it was always mommy catching a beat down
got tired of picking up her teeth so
into the streets now
maybe it's the system that forced her in that position
or foster pops that wanted special kisses
whatever the decision now stranded on the concrete
and granted a front row seat to watch hyenas compete
sights where they dwell places
height that bring em closer to the blood stains and shell cases
kiddies shouldn't feel so down
this little piggy watched deals go down
instead of watching clowns at the circus
they watching out for clowns loud enough to get murdered on purpose
seen the crime scene before the cops did at seven or eight



What we really need (really need)
for victory (victory)
in life
tween you and me
is history
What we really need (really need)
for victory (victory)
in life
tween you and me
Track Name: Peace or Power (feat. Sheisty Khrist)
Sheisty Khrist

My head spinnin' like a breakdancer, daddy told me question life what a great answer.

Mama asked me if I ever pondered life's questions, I thought about it for a second said "I can't answer".

Now that's one second less, the first time in my life I felt second best.

If at first you don't succeed then take a second guess, unless this proposition cause you to second guess. Wait...

The second hand it slowly tick, my second hand stretched out like a goalie stick.

A man told me a lowly man's the most holy, my response to that wholly was "holy shit".

Now that's some holy shit, nigga's drinking the blood of Jesus like a lowly tick.

One hour to contemplate my life's goals, throwin' dice while lights glow from light poles.

The night's cold like white gold or white snow, right so I just write prose 'til the night froze.


you can have peace
you can have power
we hope you enjoy your final hour
tell me how it goes


my God Deacon! (what?)
gosh! (really?)
you're a complete mess! (i don't know?)
what have you done to yourself!
no no!
get yourself together man! (I'm tryin!)


I had a dream death burst in the room
it was right when I burst from cocoon
it was right when I learned to write these verses of doom
and walk a tight rope from earth to the moon
I'm like, "death you're early...
I wanna die on CP Time"
He like, "whatever..
read between these lines
held up the pitchfork
ain't the type for intellectual discourse
the rich can't bribe
nor got love for the piss poor
no time for love, my nigga, this war
knock knockin' down my thick door like a big thor
then I coward as he towered in the night
had death loomin' over like an owl over mice
coming for my enemies, family, tight friends
coming for the stars and they hype men
even if you got a nice chin this that straight KO
in the end everyone lays low
he never eat
never sleep
just waiting until I AM say go
whether it's peace or power you pray fo', my nigga!


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