before I even begin’ to think - on the content I wanna
send out
I bind all negative feelings
reelin’ inside of me that I let society plant
a harvest of lies sewn to deceive my camp
they wanna - take me down so keep fallin’ when I wake
make no mistake - I felt the fire of lust - in time and space
no broken - spoken to outlast these fools that
be speakin’ on loud blasphemy
and as for me - drastically - measures are drawn
to secure that blessin’ hidden in mic cords
I explore the other side first - works of men
have no chance to contend with this verse
a champion on collision courses - of course it
was never in me to forfeit
until I heard the Lord spit - some wisdom
I was one victim wrong tree - wrong fruit - but I still picked’em