EXCUSE MY GOD

🎵 TITLE: “EXCUSE MY GOD” [VERSE 1] I came from the hunger where the world stay blind, Where a child eat once but still pray, still grind. God in the alleys where the lost rewind, Not in the pockets of the fake who decline. They abandoned the source but still cry for the flame, I walk with the spirit that don’t need a name. I speak for the orphans with eternal aim, Turn their silent screams into holy acclaim. My purpose too heavy for the weak to decode, My heart too divine for the streets to corrode. They flex on the ‘Gram but crumble under load, While I carry whole villages through a dusty road. I spit truth in a world that worships illusions, Sacred rage in my chest like nuclear fusions. Every step I take breaks demonic intrusions, I’m proof God works louder than human confusions. --- [VERSE 2] Excuse me — I ain’t here for applause or fame, I’m here for the souls they left in the flame. Kids in the gutter still whisper my name, Cuz I gave them hope when life didn’t claim. Mothafuckers fear loss, I turn losses to gold, I fight for the hungry with a warrior’s mold. Prophecies spill from the truths I’ve told, While they chase diamonds, my heart stay bold. God ain’t dead — He breathes through the cracks, He walks through the chaos while they panic and act. They left Him behind for material stacks, But I found Him in pain and carried Him back. Still coaching my boys with divine aggression, Still feeding the streets with spiritual confession. I’m the voice in the storm, the holy progression, Every verse a sermon, every bar a lesson. --- [VERSE 3] Now I’m back on the beat with a militant soul, Light in the dark with unstoppable control. I’m reviving the faith they forgot to console, Rebuilding the broken, repairing the whole. Excuse my tone — but truth don’t whisper, God in my blood like a burning elixir. When I speak pain, every line get richer, And the hungry kids rise quicker and quicker. I walk with angels disguised as the poor, I fight battles the rich can’t endure. I saw death stare but my spirit stayed pure, Cuz God held my heart like a loyal cure. So excuse me, world — but my purpose too loud, My mission too sacred to follow the crowd. Mothafuckers ask how I stand so proud — Cuz the God they abandoned still lifts me out. ---