We're witnessing the murder of the Gospel Industry

No one really wants to talk about the things they see

They play the surface, slightest knowledge makes them think they're deep

With no idea the solution the city really needs

And if they know, they can't articulate

They're ideas are btec at best, their art just imitates

The worst in pop culture, not even currently but 5 years prior

My ears hear dire, the debt needs more than a ford

A lagoon thinking the tiger raised higher

Than the pacific, pathetic and invalid if

The people who've been given the mantle can't handle it

Victizzle in a jam jar, mans path was interesting

I came up behind the musketeers, just listening

My ears pressed against the wall, my eyes stay witnessing

The decay of an industry my father dug his fist into

I was waiting like double dutch

Cuddled up to Hope in'13, tryna be careful of what I touched

Christian boy struggles, looking to the artists

As pastors and prophets, detailing what was carved in

The two stone tablets and how that could match with

The crap a teenager eras later was attacked with

Tryumf's the only one that's got a classic

I spoke with Faithchild about how we lost the magic

He was impressed by my knowledge and shocked at my lineage

I didn't wanna it, I always get defensive when

The Oga Big Spoon is known to be my relative