Hey, yo
I should probably sleep but I'm not so I'm writing this
Instead I'm bursting with creativity and it's cycling
I'm fighting with demons that I thought I killed inside within
They jab me and they cross me in my stomach like it's Tyson's fist
Gotta stay tight with this, scary like a Titan is
If music doesn't work I'll hit the road, cyclist
In my defense enlightenment is something that I'm tired with Christian but I still put out the flames like I'm a fireman
Y'all know that I stay on my grind like I'm a mason
I embrace the cross its been on my mind cause it's amazing
I'm tryna be on fire for God like guns blazing
Talent is raw and it's real, you can't fake it
I ain't a perfect son, a perfect version of a sеrvant
For the worship come on the curtain, on thе purpose of the serpent Till he lied to even spy at deeds of lies and greed
Inside he needs to write these things I find to keep
Messiah see he died for me entirely
Inquiring why thy should be so kind to me
Be quiet please, be quiet please, be quiet please
I am not gon' say a thing
I say it in his holy name
On the cross he died in pain
A servant came to serve the king
On the third of days returned the grave to learn the way he once did He done sent his one kid, died for all of our sins
Thankful that he done this
Yo let me tell you something
Let me tell you something
Hello, oh I'm sorry I forgot your name
But while you're here I might as well inform you about the one I praise is J-E-S-U-S
I see you picking stones the thing is if you kill me
I know for a fact I'm going home
We ain't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy
They like to say I got a screw loose like a 440
But it's tight enough to know that it ain't my glory
Just a couple pages in the book that's titled his story
See, I'm an arsonist upon the beat
I'm like a mix of theologian and Charlie McGee
The difference is I have no ill intentions
But I mention that Jesus started a fire in my intersections
I never reach perfection
Sometimes a little leaven will try to creep in through the cut like a major infection
I'm on the way to heaven
But the devil's tryna stop me like I'm Jin from Tekken
Thing is, I've already won I'm sealed and going just because the son took on the weight a ton and showed abundant love
When he died and rose again
Like hibiscus when the summer come
And what he's done is why I take the letters out to everyone
Wait, I gotta test
Give him the word, I might not make it back
Don't need a rack
I'm on the boat like it's Cody and Zack
When I pull out the sling, they be hitting the dash
Take off the mask
I'm packing the heat like a flask
You want the truth and you just gotta ask
I let it blast
Imma do it till I hit the casket
And even then I'll be praising his name in paradise
Never try to say that this is luck Just like a pair of dice
If you don't know my name then it's alright cause you don't need to know, I'm here to lead you to the one who's up in heaven on the throne
Cause we don't need teachers, while they sit on the bleachers
We'll pass these holy scriptures like a pastor, not preachers
Do you know what happens after the here on after? To the rapture?
Many don't know what happens in the rafters
They're getting devoured by raptors
Smart beasts, grey wolves, or sellouts like Marquees
Stone hearts, but all cheese
When Pharisees cease and the fire recedes
Then we'll never cease eating the feast
We'll be completed, he defeated
The conceited beast from Eden
We'll never be depleted again
Amen, all men
Who saw them go and spread the seeds like pollen
Yeah, no matter the season we're all in
Whoa, the land of milk and honey is our calling
Busy bees buzzing round the garden, Mm-hmm
Feeling like King David surrounded by tall men
It would take way more than King Saul to saw him
Philistines and Giants can never assault kin
If the Lord most high is our King like a sultan
Made from the mud but never again
Sediment turned to the spirit forever live
No matter what the weapon is
Even though the devil haunts
He can never sever kids from the severance
We are more than several hits
That could turn the tables instantly
Babies better get their bibs
For their milk before their steak and dessert
It's a mistake to desert the one at work
When we're all just made of dirt in the desert
Playing Plato
Reasoning like Socrates on the 808 though
You better catch up like tomatoes
These rhymes are packed like NATO
