Killing Kryptonite

(Verse 1)
I admit that I’m Christian....
But when I'm sharing my views
They expecting perfection
Like I’m the one who resurrected
Radio won't play this
Cause they don’t like the message
Keep your earlobes covered
So they don’t get infected
We’re either chasing acceptance
Or fearing rejection
I came here to kill this infection
But I'm using grace as a weapon
Time of the essence
No longer inception
We live, breathe, and die in deception
We're feeding on weakness
The media feeds us
The enemy sweetens
Hashtag #StayWoke but we already sleeping

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I guess it's time
To say goodbye
To foolish pride
And Kryptonite

(Verse 2)
I ain't come here to play games or make friends
I just came to kick tracks and take names
Do you get what I'm saying?
It's not that I'm vicious or angry
I'm just tired of hearing the same thing
Mumble Rap and Trap Stars
To be honest
Part of me wants to smack y'all
But what would that accomplish?
Somebody, somewhere would still give you honors
And that's where it gets complex
I came in a hero, but I'm dying a villain
When I wrote the first album
I thought a hero had risen
But he was a nice guy, media killed him
And this is what happens when you rattle the cage
Murder the good guy and spit on his grave
Dying species
I gotta remain
So this is my animal rage
The cannibal swayed
Feeding off rappers
I'm dying in vain

(HOOK)

(Verse 3)
I wanna affect my generation
Cuz right now
We living in devastation
Open minded… no filtration
We killing ourselves
Over media sales
We living in hell
While innocent people are dying in jail
My soul not for sale
Cuz it was bought with a price
The passion of Christ
We're made in his image
This is part of his vengeance
But was weakness part of his vision?
What if Adam and Eve never started the system?
Would lust and hate still be a part of tradition?
Would we lie, steal, and slander
Then call ourselves Christian?
I'm the worst of these sinners
But at least I admit it
I'm so inconsistent
They call me a cynic
Lord forgive me for the things that I've hidden
And eating fruit that's forbidden
I'm trying to break free of this prison
Still...it feels I'm stuck in a rhythm

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