Sage The Room

"Sage the room for all the dead
Pray my soul resolves in red
Let the spirit lie with me
Burn the cross for all to see"

They was too critical what I was rappin' about
Puttin' my foot in they mouth
The truth is Ferris Wheel
Pull out my weapon one trigger I'm sparin' you
Pull up her skirt and I'm darin' you
Catholic religion a shitty influence
Babies get raped
Money deflate
White out the white, that pussy be droolin'
Most of dem' stories be movin'
Then you get murder n' lootin'
I swear I don't know what to do when
Mama say God don't like jealousy
Why?
Jealousy sin number 6, do what I say or you die, the truth in a lie

The Bible was all in my head
I rip that bitch to some threads
Snappin' like I'm off the meds
All of us gon' end up dead

Here we go', YEAAA

Jesus ain't die on the cross, I'm goin' to helll
That ship set and sailed
On fire I'm burnin' in helll
Passionate wishin' me well
Lockin' my mind like a jail

That shit out the window like wind
Scared of the law n' da' sin
He gon' forget bout' your spirit
If you swear at me again

Who said that God was a him, false
She gave me life, she a gem, boss
Right is reserved for women, sauce
Baptise, cult friends, Voss

I Chunk the deuce to the stipulations
Pray to the World for retaliation
G, O, D me and I'm it
I see no need for no imitation

Brought up in Church wit' people that praised but
Habits don't match to the book
Do whatever you want, but show up on Sunday,
You not on the hook, crook

Daddy don't like her cus' she ain't a Christian,
But she got a cook book

She go wit' the flow, just like a rookie, I guess she a good rook

I can't go for the fake shit
Sound like slavery and racist
Don't bow down I'm a satist
We on a first name basis

I won't tell you where I been at I say where I'm goin'
I know God gon' take that hat off to reap I'm sowin'
She sayin' the room in Sanna Mon, somethin' like ten in the morn
You can't comprehend the shit I'm on, I'm out of my shell I'm reborn

Contradict
Optimist
Pharmacist
Really be sellin' these drugs
To the thought of this
Arsonist
Sick to my stomach
The thought of this
Fuckin' my brain up
I need a psychologist
Fearless self limitless
This ain't a movie wit images
This is as real as it's finna get
System ain't givin' me nothin'
I'm fightin' I'm uppin' and bussin'
They come for me it's gon' be sufferin'

Protectin' my energy
Issa' a fatality
Cash out the broke steal from the rich

Wanted my freedom
And it was a wrap for me what
Finally found my nitch

A whole lot pain
A whole lot of agony what
Mommy ain't raise no snitch

Still had the love
So I did it classically what
Down on my knees then switch

I was igornin' the ignorance
Now I'm a spiritual vigilant
Chasin' the heavens vigorous
Pray to the reverend, it's hideous
Wake up to script n' some silliness

Ima believe what I leave
Grow wit' the flowers and trees
Dis' ain't a diss to the Christians
Just a perspective, finish em'

Burn em' up