Voices

Verse 1:

I like to listen to the rappin’ over lyrics Where the story is unfoldin’, If you listen you can hear it

Not this commentary given By the trauma hidden victim

Ya allegory bores me even when you think you’re winnin’

I hear the plagarizin’ front who call it stuntin’

Every time they get to spittin’ they’re regurgitatin’ somethin’

Always playin’ to ya fallacy, fictitiousness and phantasy

Imagine me, avoidin’ all the travesty

And liftin’ up the one and only Majesty that happily receives into family

And saves me from calamity

Explain it to you practically without using profanity

I’m talkin’ how to naturally, return back to your sanity, please

Verse 2:

A tight King with a wing for the Boom Bap

Chunes drop, hearin’ these buffoons balk; loose talk

My crews mocked preachin hope to the boon docks

Loose shots spray over our heads where the truth walks

My God can not be mocked for this Truth locked

Who’s got any better news than these dudes got?

I heard talks from the bus to the roof top

News shop, but it never changes to a new walk

These blockades get erased when these “truth” flops

And you make moves from ya slop to the true top

I got news makin’ moves through ya whole block

‘Cause you can’t stop when the Spirit’s on the move bruh

Verse 3:

A pierced heart givin’ rest to the true blessed

Lose stress, learnin’ how so thrife; it’s the new test

My new best is so high ‘bove my views guess

Anything presentin’ to me less is a fools chest

I reset - Let the news wire views pressed, shaken down, and stirred every word ‘til a new zest abound fresh in my heart, cuts the wicked parts off

Leave the scoffers to scoff while I’m takin’ off

I lost more than my thoughts but it’s soft compared to what He bought

In short, our living God desired me from the start

His thoughts are now my thoughts

He’s there - never departs, and carries me in His heart