He carried god in one hand and death in the other

Prayed with the same mouth he used to curse the world

Loaded his faith like a clip and still pulled the trigger on his enemies

I watched him kneel on that dirty floor blood still fresh on his knuckles

Praying like a sinner who already knew god wasnt listening

He turned every loss into fuel every scar into silence

Mama cried in the kitchen he kissed her forehead like it could fix the absence

Moved like a man who made peace with dying young

Cross on his heart gun on his waist two religions in one

He told me stay solid when everything around you turns to dirt

The streets will test you but never let them break your worth

God on my lips but the blade still sharp in my hand

I came from the bottom now i walk where the angels stand

The block in my blood but my spirit wont break

I turned every wound into grace every loss into faith

You took the steel meant for me left me half alive in this war

Now i slide through the block like a phantom in a foreign

Driveby blessings send your opps to the lord

Crown of thorns on my head but the clip still adorned

I snatch a stallion burn the road no brakes

We flip the powder i swallow lightning straight to the face

I spot the snake cut the head leave the body in the dust

They see the crystal miss the crack laced with cyanide one sip and the fracture multiplies

He taught me how to load pain like a clip and still smile at the world

How to hold a rosary tight while my hands still smelled like steel

Said the streets dont forgive they only remember your name in red

Every sunday he sat in the back pew smelling like smoke and regret

Still looked at me like i was the only pure thing he ever protected

Now the silence feels louder than any gunshot ever could

I speak to the empty chair like youre still sitting where you stood

Every breath i take is borrowed from the life you gave

I turned your goodbye into the reason im still brave

God on my lips but the blade still sharp in my hand

I came from the bottom now i walk where the angels stand

The block in my blood but my spirit wont break

I turned every wound into grace every loss into faith

You took the steel meant for me left me half alive in this war

Now i slide through the block like a phantom in a foreign

Driveby blessings send your opps to the lord

Crown of thorns on my head but the clip still adorned

I got you always