YEAH THEY CALL US SAINTS BUT WE’RE FAR FROM PERFECT
WE OFTEN LEAVE OUR BROTHERMAN SCARRED AND MURDERED
WITH OUR WORDS FROM THE BOULEVARD TO SERVICE
THAT’S WHY FOR CHRIST, I’M KNOWN TO WRITE THESE BARS TO WORSHIP
SEE NONE BELIEVERS TO BELIEVERS, OFTEN DECEIVE US
WE’RE ONLY HUMAN SO I’M CHOOSIN’ TRUST IN JESUS
BEFORE I TRUST IN STREET LIFE, BEFORE I’M DUST, I’LL BREATHE LIFE
TORCHBEARER STYLE, ‘CAUSE THE WORLD STILL NEEDS CHRIST

AND NOT ME, NOT DREADLOCK SLIMMM
THOUGH I’M A BLESSING, I’M A CHARACTER STUDY OF IMPERFECTION
THROUGHOUT MY DAILY LIFE THAT MOVES WITH SWIFT AGGRESSION
NO QUESTION, I PRAY YOUR SECTION FINDS THE WAY I SPIT REFRESHIN’
THIS AIN’T THE ‘ONCE LOST, NOW I’M FOUND, STAYING FOUND’….
MESSAGE HOLY EMCEES BLAZE IN SOUNDS, SEE I AIN’T PLAYIN’‘ROUND…
WITH REALITY, I RIP MICS CRAZY
WITH THE FACT THAT EVERYBODY’S STILL IN NEED OF CHRIST DAILY
I’M THAT SAVAGE WRITING FOR CRACK ADDICTS
IN BROOKLYN BARS PUMPING ‘AUDIOSLAVE’ AND ‘BLACK SABBATH’
WHILE MY BEST FRIEND’S NASTY WITH A POOLSTICK
TO SMASH A GAME OR CRACK A LAME, SHE AIN’T THE ONE TO FOOL WITH
YET I PRAY FOR HER ON DAYS SHE MIGHT LOSE IT
FAM’S BEEN ABUSIVE OR A GRAND IS ELUSIVE
FOR HER AND YOU, I MAKE MANLY MUSIC
DEVOID OF DISTURBING IMAGES, LEAVE THAT TO STANLEY KUBRICK
I BRING THE IMAGE OF CHRIST TO THOSE DISTURBED
WHERE CRUMBLING HERB, AIN’T ENOUGH TO CALM YOUR NERVES
AND THERE AIN’T ENOUGH VODKA TO DRINK AWAY THE PAIN
THEN YOU SHRINK AWAY IN VAIN, PLEASE THINK, IT AIN’T A GAME
KNOW MY ART CELEBRATES THE DEATH OF CHRIST MORE THAN ROSA PARKS’S
FOR THOSE DROWNING IN A FLOOD OF SIN, THIS IS NOAH’S ARK
YOU CAN GROW APART FROM INIQUITIES THAT GOT YOU ON THE EDGE
PUT MAN BEFORE CHRIST, BOY YOU’RE DEAD!
I’M ON MY….
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E.G.O. EXERCISING GOD’S OMNIPITENCE
WE NEED JESUS, THE WORLD IS RIDICULOUS
TRUST GOD, NOT MAN, THAT’S RIDICULOUS
YOU’LL END UP EITHER DRUGGED OUT, LOCKED DOWN OR SYPHILLISED
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I’M ON E.G.O. AND NOT MY EGO, ‘CAUSE CHRIST IS MY HERO
NEXT TO HIM, I’M DWARFED LIKE ‘DEVITO.’

A ZERO, COMPARED TO PERFECTION, DESERVED A SPOT
WITH FATHER AT THE RESSURECTION, THE WORD OF GOD
CALLS GENTS TO MATURITY, BUT A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY
LEAVES ALL DENSE WITH IMPURITIES
IT AIN’T A BEAUTIFUL STRUGGLE LIKE KWELI’S
WHEN PASTOR’S THE DEVIL BUT YOU SWORE HE WAS ‘GANDHI’
NOW YOU’RE ‘ALL SHOOK UP’ LIKE THE ‘ELVIS’ CLASSIC
YOUR HELL IS DRASTIC, LET ME SPELL THE FACTS IT’S…
JESUS, JESUS, JESUS AND MORE JESUS
THAT CAT IS YOUR MESSIAH, I HAD TO QUOTE SHEKINAH
AIN’T ABOUT HUMAN BEINGS, DO BE CLEAR
FROM THE STREET CAT TO DEACONS IN THE PIEUS FOR YEARS
PUT YOUR FAITH IN‘EM, BURN AT THE STAKE WITH ‘EM
FORGET GREAT CHRISTIANS, CHOOSE GOD, THAT’S STRAIGHT WISDOM
AND IF YOU PROBABLY HEARD JAY
KNOW I’M A SINNER, I’M JUST THAT NICE WITH GODLY WORDPLAY
FOR CATS SIMPLE, IN YOUR FACE LIKE THAT PIMPLE
WITH THE CHRIST I RAP NIMBLE, OVER SMASHED CYMBALS
YET I’M NOT ALWAYS KILLING SIN LIKE THAT ‘BRINDLE’
NAMED ‘TIMOTHY’, SOMETIMES SPIRITUALLY I PACK LITTLE
SO I GOTTA SEEK 2ND TIMOTHY 2:19
DEPART FROM SIN LIKE IT’S WACK RHYME SCHEMES

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YEAH, THEY CALL US SAINTS…(CONT’D)