The End

The Bible says He was in a pig pen And he came to himself And he went home It's time for you to stop being Comfortable at the bottom Get your butt up And get to where you're supposed to be Live like you're supposed to live You are a royal priesthood Get where you belong The perfect way to close this out Closed mouths don't get fed Well now i'm talking loud If we ain't talking bout Yahweh Then what we talking bout I ask myself Prevent conversations from going left To the left where I start to lose myself Where's iNAEL like Waldo? I don't have a striped shirt But I got some shell toes This walk was hard So a hard acts to folllow How many bars can I go? On and like a Erykah Badu song But this my cypher Been gripping mics so long I callous on my right palm And my right thumb It ain't nothing to a mic checka 1-2-1-2 I do run through Any space or any bar Make the whole crowd move With these God flows These God bars Yes I read the bible Daily I promise when in the zone Can't nobody touch me 12:30 i'm getting no sleep I'm too woke Like Dr.Umar Next to some white milk Sorry I couldn't help it Truth Unedited helps me Peep out the jackers Tryna trap us It's getting deadly And I be wondering where Yahweh be taking me I see the mountain high But the valley can use some saving I'm very patient But when you say go i'm racing To the finish line I been in primetime Could care less if the world realize I'm from a small town Fort Wayne, Indiana Where they either hoop or carry a blammer It's sad though I use to have mad hope For mad growth Until I went home My people perish for the lack of knowledge Often i'm pessimistic But for the best I do wish Lord save the wretched pitiful Blind and naked If it's in your will Let it be done Repeating words from your begotten Son It is done Finished It is finished I wanna thank everyone that has made it to the end of this project with me These are the tales that I tell so we'll A Psalmist Tales Glory to Yahweh