I may have lived life homeless but I was never boneless
Stand strong trying to hone this, own this, by His throne sit
I don't want material wealth, that get's jacked off the shelf
I got His spiritual health, this kind of gold never melt
I play the hand I'm dealt with these rhymes I've felt
On the mountain top I belt cries to YHWH for help
In this Hip-Hop game not in it for fame or gelt
But to share His name, to save you from a welt
Dealt by Michael the warrior Archangel
Who beat down the perfect Cherub that fell
Lucifer is destined for hell, Dante's Inferno
Driving young men to cocktails of sterno
Burn though it may worse it be that day
When our Lord and Saviour returns to their dismay.