Pt 5.Bible&Real - x16x.mp3

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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'.