Obsidian

I remember it was storming outside Mid July but it felt like December Something told me stay inside don't know why It's hard to remember I found myself at a crossroad Then an old man with a banjo Said come here son He said I wouldn't go down that way Cause what's in store You're not prepared for I said nigga I ain't scared bout nothing Put my head to the sky kept walking But I should have listened And sure enough I see someone down the road He look just like me though I said what's your name my friend He said Obsidian He said I see your on a quest that I can sense You could use some help on I said nah I'm good my nigga I ain't really bouta bullshit with ya Whether friend or foe I must confess I find it best for me to work alone Walked right past didn't look back Til I heard a phone Ring in my pocket Then I turned around and he was gone What the f*ck Hello This is only the beginning Shinobi