i listen to my soul and give it all of the blessings that i made from my mind it's an alien type of vibe from outer space and the sky i'm trynna break out the vine and make a fruit of my own give a suitable kind of tone to all the tapes i rewind they wind down, my thoughts, and cause pops in time for time outs, i stop to contemplate my life and breathe out the clout i built filled my spine and broke it up in three words, "where's my shine?" the dark crevice of my brain just got me stuck in a pot with a couple of hundred clones, they all devising a plot for a trifling rock to hinder me and stifle my walk but i was shown a better force than skywalker was taught it's the force of the Spirit driving the soul to the narrow path money don't last, no gold in the pharaoh's ash He made pure in the mask i attained and the brass knuckles stained from the blood of my rebel past i took a pen and then i wrote to give a testament pressing on my chest, i wrote to those who needed evidence i'm just a negligent, stupid, inconsiderate, polluted pessimist; i deserve the hell of it i'm done talking like i got altogether, matter of fact i tell you i should my members severed but despite it all, i find my hope in Him so i present you all my mind and i open it every story is the truth like the pulpit made it this a glimpse into my life unadulterated

VERSE 1: stop, i ain't really looking for that i'm looking to be loved that's why i'm trynna push out these tracks get it understood, it's tough to find acceptance under the map but maybe if i sell my soul i'll end up stunning with raps i'm saying, the person impersonating a famous one is me but i'm throwing dirt on His image and i'm aching for a feast so i could eat my heart out and end up in depression never learning lessons as i bleed my arms out but what kind of life is that? a one of making music with a knife inside my back i put it there myself like i did a spinal tap hoping that i'd feel a better feeling than i felt before with my midas hands and everything is turning to dust. i turn to the heavens, i'm sending all my curses above but then He blessed me with a hope i couldn't earn from my bucks so when i give myself up, i need to learn that i'm loved HOOK: Lord knows that i'm far from blind hear the people talking that i lost my mind but i'll be following this path to the cross in time i'll cross these lines Verse 2: eyes open, never saw a sight like this inspiration overflowing so i write like this would be another way to find my bliss but unfortunately i ran into a fight night fist man, it knocked me off my feet, so i struggled to rise beaten off the path of glory that was one of a kind that's what they told me anyways, i'm broken anyways whatever happened to the joy that I was feeling inside? it's killing my pride the fact i should be willing to die to myself, i couldn't help but feel the chill in my spine when He whispered in a wisp of air, "I'm giving you peace the moment you're weak, to show I'd never leave you behind" eyes shut, meditating on the words that He spoke into existence, sharpening my soul to precision the goal of my living is give it all up i boast in His image till i'm finished all up

VERSE 1: 64 controller in my hand, i'm blasting all these ants without a holster in my bag it's that jet force gemini vibe with my fam my brother mashing buttons while i stop and ride my van, i'm late to class no rehearsal, i learn to defend my back and the burn from the bamboo was a curse for the best i had my spirit broken, my master showed the art of spirit choking he said to suck it up and throw away your timid notions i couldn't find the potion, the kind to give me courage deeper than a steel anchor sinking in the ocean my mind wander back and forth, and in the meantime everybody looking my direction cause i keep crying dang, i'm feeling so embarrassed i gotta get up outta here, i need to call my parents whatever i'll forget it, i'm walking home zombie-like but tomorrow's saturday and yo that got me like VERSE 2: so tired, my essay isn't finished investigating plants in habitats for extra credit yo my academic life is jeopardy. heck, i need a medic give me oxygen before i die and see the heavens leave a remedy for my freezing extremities hands are feeling numb from the writing, even with therapy various types of reading impeding my happy tendencies what am i supposed to do when everything will bury me? who knows, maybe i'll study hardly caught up inside the laziness, confident kamikaze causing me to feel inadequate capping it with a party i wasn't invited to it, i'm through with it, call me snobby okay i'm done complaining, been incredibly blessed would you forgive my lack of patience, i could benefit less from all attention that i pull to myself, cause would not be right i'm trynna follow all the steps of God, it got me like CODA: and nostalgia feels like, like (3x) and nostalgia feels like that

VERSE 1: notice the act of flipping a stone underneath is seen the moments of a villainous foe how many dreams can i hold? they're turning into dark visions start living in a stark different kind of mimicking mold i tried to give it my whole life and i rolled dice gambling drifting to lowest type of sampling damaging the image of the triune God, forgot the bandages get a pen and write two flaws i'm rather ravenous, hungry for the tycoon bars i gotta handle it, go attack and fight those laws i'm also traveling faster than i'm able to control until i reach an obstacle to shake me to my bones i just ache when i'm alone, the skeleton is visible i push it back in my closet but then i hit the skull falls into to my lap and then i stare it in the eyes i shouldn't be surprised, the person i've been is pitiful HOOK: from the front you look the same though but from the back i see you're never gonna change oh, and i know you want the same old you look the same though, you look the/you look the VERSE 2: i wanna be the illest rapper alive but if you asked me what i thought, i'd tell you that it's a lie but that itself is such a fabrication, a machination of my devious desire for the passing of my application and you accept it and view me the way i show myself the strongest man that you've ever seen, but i'm overwhelmed i'm in a bad condition, and undeniably a prideful man while crying loud to get what i demand it's quite the dance, i'm running around to hide my hands cause they be dirty with thirty pieces to buy a plan to fool the world like i'm a holy kind of person so hold me by the burdens and make them into diadem Lord, i'm not the face that i present in fact, i'm quite the opposite. a brooding novelist with every intention to know the question in my dreams who am i? need a lesson from Elohim CODA: you're looking different, i see you changed too you're looking different, i see you changed too

HOOK: a love like ours (that love is like a fire) could never, never, never die (could never, never, never die) VERSE 1: call her my muse, maybe she something special she always stuck on my mental, i'm never blowing my fuse my medicine overused, she heaven sent from the Tri would you pardon me from ridiculous visions that i imply but it's enticing, the way that she got me the way i'm writing impossible fighting it back, enraptured inside the lining silver reflecting from it to the atmosphere then i plummet and i'm coming to face the facts that i'm actually learning from it i know that she ain't perfect but neither am i throw wicked actions toward to each other, we're dying inside tired, i'm trying to find an answer to liven my life turn from dead and look to the gates of zion's Divine taking her hand i feel the callouses balanced with all her strength and i'm praying that she don't feel all the ravages of my pain but i thank the Lord she willing to go with me through it keeping my head real steady and my poetry fluid VERSE 2: this culture got me addicted, hip-hop is not really different from any other form of art, observe the hieroglyphics they read, "a master of grammar can craft a careful sentence that bears a witness to messages that are more than scientific" imagine the perfect rapper in all his madness impractical with his passion with animalistic savagery a prodigal with a prodigy type of talent is valuable, boy i want it, but i gotta just fight that malice burning deep in my soul i better work on my personal tip before i get personal with my jealousy enveloping that merciful gift, hip-hop don't owe me nothing if anything i owe it something hypocrisy only crushes audibly in discussion with wise men they telling me to dedicate myself and take the blocks that i can stomach the tapestry assembled is a weave of my words that's flowing through my veins and bursting as i bleed from my nerves VERSE 3: the garden of my mind sharpened by design of a knight shining in armor causing enemies to cry at the sight of unbelievable power, see them retreat as they cower down in the grave of their fathers while feeling guilty about it no more a filthy amalgam of vice and death the righteousness of His highness is separated, He would not allow it undoubtedly, His mercy reaches past the galaxy the holy words infallible, unsurmountable gravity is pulling all creation to Him, from every tongue confession spilling, every knee will bend. i view it and makes me ruined i'm praying to Him, discovering life indelible under the vine that's plentiful, coming from Christ impeccable eyes are wide open, eye of a needle close and i'm hoping to make it through and escape the body lamentable but for the moment i'm walking among the evil my love for the Lord is growing, His love for me is unequaled

i awaken from my slumber in a wheelchair four level dreaming, but i never seem to feel scared real flares blazing up, aware it's never duplicated control my energy until i'm going super saiyan i'm too impatient, my temperament is my demise it's clear i'm far behind the bar to see the line divides so i devise a plan to reach beyond my limits and release the life i mimic to embrace the one i recognize omit the time when i was blind to any sort of violence killing mics before the men, the feat is mortifying and more defiant is the past that i observed but now the Spirit in me gives a chance to fight the urge i typed a verse, it might concern the average person that i paint a mental picture every time i write the words the way i hone my lyrics then proceed to never drop a track is rather paradoxical like Walter White and Heisenberg so understand, my love for rap is never ending but then again i'd say it varies and it's all depending on whether or not i'm in the mood to make a song, or if i want to indicate to you the artistry involved but hold up, this choke on my throat is making me throw up a sign for the people to let them know that ima grow up this sign of redemption got me aware it's never duplicated control my energy until i'm going super saiyan burning the ashes, blasting into dragon attacking the music hapless Iim rabid, a clever rabbit, and laughing at Daffy Ducks a Macguffin to mask the phantom slaps me back to reality, carefully cracking atoms causing them to explode in an ominous cloud of smoke while anonymous crowds of foes yell innocuous sounds to cope with the strength of a infinite God filling my dome and pouring out through my pen for the documents of my hope forget the notion that i had before the challenges i sink a dagger in the back of inner damages animate the workings of the beat into a narrative vibe and take the clay of the mire to make it manifest