Open Mic Night Interlude

Little white hispanic came in with sauce Got a lot to learn and I'm payin' what it cost Imma help you all discern who's the cream of the crop I photosynthesized my own seed to the top Wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for the water The river full of life that is makin sons and daughters I planted all my roots deep down 6 feet underground but I couldn't be closer to the father man Man this is just another song Y'all don't know what I'm on I got the fire of the Holy Spirit sweating my palms Got more verses in my journal than the chapters in psalms I got peace within my life but I ain't ever sittin' calm You cannot play with my mental Still got the heart of a rebel Always keep my foot planted right on the neck of the devil Also put it on the pedal I was never made to settle I be pushin' my vision till I create a new level I'm gone