“Penitentiary Parables”

[Verse 1] I been grindin’ where the halo meet the gun smoke, Bible in my vest, that’s. one coat. They say I’m two-faced, but that’s one joke, ‘Cause I been wrestlin’ with God like Jacob — till the sun broke. I’m from the block where prayers echo off the hollow tip Tryna keep the peace, but the beast love apocalypse. Soul on the stove, yeah I’m cookin’ through my consciousness, Every bar’s a body, every rhyme’s an esophagus. I’m talkin’ word play — grammar turn to warfare, I write my pain in cursive, now my trauma off the hit list I’m steppin’ through the valley where the corpse stare, Devil tryna tax my faith — I told him “no fair.” I’m from the jungle, where the rumble sound like thunder Sin tried to cuff me, but I broke out from under it Word flips — I flip words like gymnastics, Faith stretch strong — that’s spiritual word play nasty I talk cold, but my heart got a furnace flame, I play chess with destiny, never playin’ games. They say I’m washed, but the blood did that first, Now my drip divine — every stain got reversed. I’m a paradox, pain mixed with paradise, Flesh want war, but the Spirit say “sacrifice.” I’m the sermon and the street both in one man, Iron sharpen iron — now my soul got a gun hand. Mob ties runnin with gun in hand leading the mob to Christ the one man @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team