Trichomes/PSA

The music industry expect me to miss greatness
Specialist said he’s jaded
[?], on the contracts bound by Satan
Said I’m down on the payment
Found by natives
Hip-hop savior wears the crown of David
Sound surround, I lounge on a spaceship
Galactic guns, I shoot through the matrix
Preacher prayed over him
The church pointed their hands
Sprinkled holy water in order to save this man
The streets ate him alive
He’s hated inside and rains storms on his head
He hollered and cried
Oh wretched man that I am
Naked as I stand before the judge with the blood on my own hands
Yeah though I walk through the shadows of death
Taking my cross and the arrows to the chest
Pulling them out slow, holding my breath
Breaking each bone with each step
Wait, I’m the son of God, there’s no obstacle too hard
Or impossible to take charge
History will remember me
Not so calm but I’ll take the victory
Destiny will not avoid me
I called his name with authority
And run into us a bull 'til we both explode all over the globe, with sky clothes
I will tell divinity of my enemies
They follow me through centuries infinity
’til I meet the entity as wintery
I have to binge, my bones will cringe
Stoned by men, I’m zoning in
The next album, I reveal skills in and outer like second power
But even more real in less hours