Pt 5.Bible&Real - x16x.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : x16x
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[00:13.605]They gave me a Bible, said “believe and behave.”
[00:22.470]But I was raised where prayers echo off bricks,
[00:24.651]and survival preaches louder than any priest.
[00:27.228]So what’s holy in a world like this?
[00:31.846]I was born between a scripture and a cigarette,
[00:34.316]Mama quoted Psalms while dodgin’ debt.
[00:37.272]Pops said, “God helps those who grind,”
[00:40.346]So I memorized Proverbs between nickel-and-dimes.
[00:43.513]Sunday suits, Monday bloodstains,
[00:46.504]Tryna find God under city rain.
[00:49.134]They say “turn the other cheek”—I tried,
[00:51.700]But the streets don’t forgive, they multiply.
[00:54.592]Cross on my neck but a blade in the boot,
[00:57.569]Prayin’ with cracked knuckles, still lookin’ for truth.
[01:00.008]What’s “righteous” when your stomach screams?
[01:02.822]And the world sells hope in broken dreams?
[01:05.636]They say “faith moves mountains,” but I move bricks,
[01:08.644]Not cocaine—just the weight of sh*t I can’t fix.
[01:11.406]I believe in love, but rent is real,
[01:13.864]And no scripture paid my overdue bills.
[01:16.617]They baptized me, told me I’m clean,
[01:19.471]But I woke up next day still trapped in the machine.
[01:22.125]Saints on the walls, demons in my head,
[01:25.135]And the realest sh*t I learned came from the dead.
[01:27.580]One hand on the mic, other one on doubt,
[01:30.327]I rap like confession—tryna bleed it out.
[01:33.058]Church ain’t a building, it’s a state of mind,
[01:35.936]And the devil shows up right on time.
[01:38.726]Bible in my left, real life in my right,
[01:41.637]Walk that line in the darkest night.
[01:44.175]Prayin’ don’t pay, but I still kneel—
[01:47.051]‘Cause sometimes hope’s the only thing that feels real.
[01:49.613]Forgive me, Lord, if I’ve lost my way,
[01:52.911]But I’m tryna build truth in a world of gray.
[01:55.196]And if heaven got a list—I hope they see
[01:57.913]I spit this verse like a liturgy.
[02:00.630]I don’t quote John 3:16 no more,
[02:03.699]I write Psalms in chalk on the liquor store floor.
[02:06.232]“Thou shall not kill,” but I killed my pride,
[02:08.990]Left it bleeding at the corner where my dreams died.
[02:11.752]Angels wear hoodies in my zip code,
[02:14.453]Preachin’ through beats, not a pulpit code.
[02:17.301]If love is divine, then pain is too,
[02:20.161]And truth ain’t clean—it’s bruised and blue.
[02:23.011]So I don’t fake halos or chase no crown,
[02:25.479]Just walk with the rhythm of this ****ed-up town.
[02:28.350]One verse at a time, one scar per seal,
[02:31.193]Tryna find God in what's broken—but real.
[02:35.379]I don't need a mansion in the sky.
[02:37.977]Just a reason to breathe, and a beat to survive.
[02:41.832]This is my gospel.
[02:45.399]Pt5... and I'm still writin'.

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They gave me a Bible, said “believe and behave.”
But I was raised where prayers echo off bricks,
and survival preaches louder than any priest.
So what’s holy in a world like this?
I was born between a scripture and a cigarette,
Mama quoted Psalms while dodgin’ debt.
Pops said, “God helps those who grind,”
So I memorized Proverbs between nickel-and-dimes.
Sunday suits, Monday bloodstains,
Tryna find God under city rain.
They say “turn the other cheek”—I tried,
But the streets don’t forgive, they multiply.
Cross on my neck but a blade in the boot,
Prayin’ with cracked knuckles, still lookin’ for truth.
What’s “righteous” when your stomach screams?
And the world sells hope in broken dreams?
They say “faith moves mountains,” but I move bricks,
Not cocaine—just the weight of sh*t I can’t fix.
I believe in love, but rent is real,
And no scripture paid my overdue bills.
They baptized me, told me I’m clean,
But I woke up next day still trapped in the machine.
Saints on the walls, demons in my head,
And the realest sh*t I learned came from the dead.
One hand on the mic, other one on doubt,
I rap like confession—tryna bleed it out.
Church ain’t a building, it’s a state of mind,
And the devil shows up right on time.
Bible in my left, real life in my right,
Walk that line in the darkest night.
Prayin’ don’t pay, but I still kneel—
‘Cause sometimes hope’s the only thing that feels real.
Forgive me, Lord, if I’ve lost my way,
But I’m tryna build truth in a world of gray.
And if heaven got a list—I hope they see
I spit this verse like a liturgy.
I don’t quote John 3:16 no more,
I write Psalms in chalk on the liquor store floor.
“Thou shall not kill,” but I killed my pride,
Left it bleeding at the corner where my dreams died.
Angels wear hoodies in my zip code,
Preachin’ through beats, not a pulpit code.
If love is divine, then pain is too,
And truth ain’t clean—it’s bruised and blue.
So I don’t fake halos or chase no crown,
Just walk with the rhythm of this ****ed-up town.
One verse at a time, one scar per seal,
Tryna find God in what's broken—but real.
I don't need a mansion in the sky.
Just a reason to breathe, and a beat to survive.
This is my gospel.
Pt5... and I'm still writin'.