Looking at the times of sin
Wonder if the Lord will let me in?
And forgive me of my wickedness
Of this world full of sickness  hard to preach this reach this
My hands were shorten since I'm written on the land of the forbidden history hidden
Enemies puttin' bids in took a few sips of Seagram's Gin stuck in
This body nothing growing catastrophe within'
Puff **** slow to meditate my temple flow
Blue light glow quick with the dough
All my haters get a Halo Six feet they go
Buried under rubbles granite fools think I'm soft and take me for granted
But can't stand it once the heats begins to burn kills mics with no discern


Yeah I used to wanna flex to the Rolex Knock the kittens off with sweat ***
Wither it be social or text wrecks mic with effects
Swell melons like a Kotex suckas don't get next stretched
Once the Ruger touches my hand the mic I stand
Im All alone battlin' the gods of Rome another chapter to my tome
So long gone in this spiritual paradox
Rise my consciousness once wisdom stocks
No money could buy happiness in this flesh I can attest
Who rock it better me? My flows gorgeous and ageless
While yall careers prolonged movin' slow as a tortoise