First Draft

I got this trauma in my body

Only John I'm mobbin' with is the beloved, not the gaudy

Bad boys, they like to party

I don't diddy-bop, or hit the milly-wop

This feelin' got me feelin' sorry for everybody

I forgot to love 'cause it's personal

I reject the hug 'cause my daddy did it

The baggie with the crack up in it

Held his hand more than me, uh

And you wonder why I cap at feelings

Ask forgiveness, I'm back up in it

With a task to finish, the mission been it

I've been the sentence, if adjectives givin' magic

And this is for bunny rabbits who cap for mentions

They talkin' baby Christians, give 'em garbage to his audience

Like they name is Brenda, think it's crazy

Gnarls Barkley, or you can call it Bishop

Cuckoo with the juice, uh

Breakin' bread, bloody red body, but for who? Uh

Said what I said, you don't like it, shoot the deuce

Ain't a dice game, this is like fame, ain't real, it's a price fangs

To the right vein, I ain't healed yet

Isaiah 53, yeah, I feel that

Got some angels rollin' with us, see the wheels yet

Uh, that's Ezekiel, peek-a-boo

People who teachin' fools to critique the truth gettin' thunderbolts like Pikachu

When the reapers shoot, I ain't duckin' 'em

Got this gang, so I'm reppin' names, you can't muscle 'em

Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the toe

If he holla, let it go

If it's 'bout a dollar, I won't bother, dollars got your throat, collars 'bout to choke

Dreamin' big, I'm 'bout to cop the coat

Joseph got the quote, poppin' God forgot the box of gold

Aragoppi's folk, Baccarat, them boppers toxic, whoa

Gotta watch your nose, breathe, got a God that knows me

Better than I know myself

Readin' red letters like some feathers, better guess the tech, put flesh to death now, uh

The funeral comin' for whoever want it, I'm one of the ones who done it

And summon the reaper to keep us from thinkin' it's us

Who keepin' us up, a legion that's fiendin' for Jesus

A leaf is a leaf, is a plug, the reason for blood

I need him to feed us and meet us, don't leave it to Beaver, just leave it to Jesus

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, never wore those, I'ma put it on, shoulda tore clothes

If a Pharisee scared of heresy, who the heretic?

Is it jealousy? Makin' video after video

Pointin' fingers in between the ad space

Watch five minutes, blink while in it, one snippet did it, guess I had blanks