Stammer

Let my people go, let my people go, let my people go

Let my people go, let my people go, let my people go

Floating on the waters of the Nile

Hear the cry of your child, Oh Lord

Everything's gonna be fine

I trust in you, Oh Lord

I can feel the power

Glory to Hosanna

Fight through the scars gonna shoot for the stars, hope the galaxy got amour

Ddddd-doctors diagnosed dyslexia

Ttt-teachers worried over the absentia

Society cried a case of black magic

Twenty Four years later the boy making a damn classic

I was the shsh-shy boy, no ffff-fly boy, 

The say hi to girls and they say bb-bye boy

Wallfffflower,  break and lunch  hour

Break down in the bathroom, tears inside the showers

Pharaoh was ferocious and his fellows fellowshipped on laughter

Struggled through a sentence, let alone a whole chapter

Every night Momma soothing a heart that was fractured 

This how anger turned a young Moses to a rapper

Demons that I fought, my angels were on their knees

Answers is all I sought, my faith was taking a quiz

Coded with a glitch, the impediment in my speech 

Is my programmer asleep, query that made me lack sleep

Floating on the waters of the Nile

Hear the cry of your child, Oh Lord

Everything's gonna be fine

I trust in you, Oh Lord

I can feel the power

Glory to Hosanna

Fight through the scars gonna shoot for the stars, hope the galaxy got amour

Rays of gamma, lost my grandma, found the grammar

Began to garner these words amid the stammer

Kids played robbers and coppers, I copped a compass

Paved my way and carved my focus

And finally found my purpose

You can set the bar as high as a stoned Messiah

My entire craft is fire, best believe I will reach

When your chuckles were the choir now this music, your choir 

The coal, was forming diamond when you  rocks done impeached 

The cub is now a lion, the tribe speaks from Zion 

I roam with a battalion, that only aims for orion 

Until I whip stallions, rock gold medallions 

And have all the companions on my cannon, I wunt sleep

Tongue of a thousand wise men every word a gem

I could write an extra book at the scriptures end 

The former black sheep is now working for Lambs

Stutter when I utter, when I spit the gun don't jam