Black Jesus

Sand down the hour glass of the ghetto Netflix by myself, eating ice cream Galetto Shanked by a thorn While a reaching for a pedal Knocking to this shit Like the fans of heavy metal I'm sick and tired of trynna be a perfectionist I'm trynna reach perfection But I don't know what perfection is If being cool the key Then I need some redevelopment I don't think that ya niggas are that relevant I'm trapped inside my mind Like a mental studio tenement You could feel my vibe From Asia throughout Connecticut Flow too sick you could feel it inside your skeleton Chemistry with the beats From my style and my elements Woo this is excellent, eloquent, elegant Young nigga filled with melanin Lyrically intelligent Recreating testaments Never make a space for a hater or a pessimist Those the type of people that'll lead you to the seven sins Yeah my rhymes are heaven sent This the new beginning welcome to the modern genisis Black Jesus is back I've been better since Yeah