I’m free from the tyranny of everybody’s mind

I got the upgrade, performing to design

How you talking freedom there’s another’s person's thinking that you hide behind

I keep the clear eyes like Ben Stein

You know we rent time from God

like we used to rent tapes

Some chase them dead presidents

I’ve seen Larenz Tate

I’m not trying to escape

Cause pain is a ministry

My skeletons come out without X-ray imagery

Gotta turn to God if you hearing me

Some people falling deeper in hole

Watching YouTube for Therapy

The Love of God is native to your soul like a Cherokee

But only him alone

You can’t share a key

Outside seems so much sweeter since than ever did

Carry my own issues

And be careful where I surrogate

People try to sandwich you with thoughts

This ain’t Panera bread

Know where I belong, I got the Father my heritage

I know God

I know Peace

WITH NO GOD

THERE'S NO PEACE

Is anxiety king? I grew up on the ball fields, pop told me know the pitch and focus on your swing

I was shaky in the box

In my hands were the nerves

But I can say at 33 yeah I can handle a curve

Yeah I learned from all the janitors

Warehouse managers

Violence

Made my eyes feel like Tarantino cameras

Ain’t worried by the Karen’s or the Kurt’s

My heart is to see people clothed in Christ

Boy I don’t even sell merch

From the dirt we rose..not my abilities

At Home with God, the heat that you feel

Is only cause He covers the utilities

It’s a thriller my Manila ain’t the Philippines

Always awake but i still got a million dreams