Religion

My breath fog the glass of my grandma’s shrine

She say love’s a language, I just lost the time

Bible open, ash fallin’ on Leviticus lines

Tryna decode heaven while I’m stuck in decline

Soul been restless—woke up with the moon on my chest

I got questions that religion just ain't answerin’ yet

God wrote my name in sand, let the tide do the rest

Now I’m scribblin’ my grief inside a beat, tryna stretch

Out the pain like incense, it linger in the linen

Dreamt my brother smiled from a place we both ain't been in

I’m sinnin’ just by livin’—or is that a preacher’s prism?

Mama say it’s love, but the world ain’t ever listen

No drums, just heartbeats and doubts in rhythm

Mind like a prism—every angle got a different prison

I wrote this with a cracked phone and cold ambition

Still see God when I blink, even if the picture missin’

My wounds got sermons in 'em, my silence say grace

I bled a whole verse just to hold some space

With ghosts that sit quiet when the world too loud

I rap like I’m talkin’ to clouds, hopin' they write back proud

Got a scar where my hunger used to sleep in the crib

Learned the value of breath when I had nothin’ to give

Still spit scriptures in cipher form, holy and bent

Built a temple outta sorrow, now I preach through the rent