The Gospel

Hook: Thought about leaving the country,maybe I still might,

you can't fuck with me in the metaverse or in real life,

you can't even shine too long they try to steal light...and

they'll kill anybody if they'll kill christ,If you never struggled

then you don't know what that feels like,trying to find peace

in it all its why I still write,in a world upside down its why I still

fight... 'cause they'll anybody if they'll Kill Christ.

 

All praise is due to me,I can't smell flowers if you wait until the

eulogy,you speak on the culture,but what you do for the

community? A.I'.s the future but artists need opportunity,the

higher ups fear the power of our unity,but we seem to love to

tear each other down,foolishly,we promote coonery and cruelty,

it's all we see...when you hear the Horn of Gabriel you know its

me,the pallbearer,the Ichiban,and Don Dada,The Headhuncho,

your Holiness and Baba Yaga,a supernigga and supernova,the

new Hova,say goodnight and close the curtain,your time's over,

I guess things never went how planned it,the game passing you

by,you can't stand it,excuse me if I sound outlandish,but I can

paint a masterpiece on any given canvas,in tune with the infinite

you can't take advantage,every time that I step out,I always do

damage.they say it's all about the journey not the destination,

they make deals with the Devil out of desperation,you don't

deserve to be voice for a generation,beware of false idols

controlling the narration,but y'all turn to anybody for some

adoration,and y'all turn to anybody for some salvation,say

less and be more discrete,I can't be a statistic,so I stayed off

the street,I made it out alive by the skin of my teeth and

everytime I got knocked down,I rose to my feet,I want peace,

got me talking like I'm the Dali Lama,all wanna do heal from

any childhood trauma,I do it for myself,I can't do it for my

momma,I just wanna stack my money up taller than Webanyama,

y'all only respond to drama,like y'all bulletproof,like y'all don't

got to deal with karma,I get it,it's the game,If you lame,then

you lame,why is losing your identity the price you pay for fame?

that's why we're not the same,when that pressure start to

build and you feel like you're behind,now your back against

wall,and you start losing your mind,don't be dumb,you ain't

even built like that,why do the crime? where we're from,niggas

die by sub machines all the time,somewhere along the line I

had lost my religion,in the midst of all the chaos I found a

new vision,I just needed some ambition,I started paying

attention,so I made my decision,I got to complete the mission,

we all need a purpose,something beyond the surface,

something to live for,something to make you nervous,I had

made mistakes because ain't nobody perfect,I just hope that

when it's all over it was all worth it.