Holy Spirit, speak through me
Dear hip hop here we go again
Cut so many record singing records
forgot I owned a pen
You took the form of an idol
Snatched the knees from my friends
You wanna be millionaire
Why didn’t phone your friend 
Feel like like they own us man
I was fearful at first
I pulled my shoulders in 
Rachael told me let it shine
So they know it’s Him
This light little light of mine too trim
It ain’t glowing dim
Faith was 59/50 switched the tone of my brim
Real life weaved bones like cones
So I live agin
Told Cleveland that He coming home
His time with Heat was finished with
I used to rock them white elites
With the stripes and black finishing
Had Courtside dreams
But The Kingdom had better benefits
Learning under my Rabbi
Going over the penmanship
Angel guarded premises
Brand new garden
He building with
Preparation is eminent
Temple fees ain’t just ten percent
It’s a heart that He dealing with
Hip hop can resurrect
But do you wanna live again?

Moving baals into fire
Been employed by the soul division
At the graveyard nightly
No time to sow division
So close to finish Lord
Don’t tell me that I sold the vision
I’m a well know Christian
But do I know The Risen?
When we face to face that day
We gon face face that question
Some gon plead they case that day with things
He ain’t impressed with
All my record sales
All my charting hits
Did my investments fail
Or did I make Him rich?
Young Ruler$ don’t mean good stewards
When you do it for the least
Then you did it for Yeshua
Don’t fall for the beast’s sweet lures
Cause they taste like honey
But they settle like manure
The Top Recruiter on the search
For the hearts of the truest
Not picking shooters
He picking students with hearts to do this
Eternity could never fit the bloodline of your rulers
Stop milking Christians like cattle
We don’t do this for moolah 
Perceived a preacher speak real 
Then fake as a disciple 
Fishing to flip temporary paper
Instead of his Bible 
I see couple Christians
Praying victim within that ocean 
Difference is Judas was paid 
While we do it for free 
No Micheal 
Media comparing
Kids are only caring
Breathing while dying for clout 
God have given them an extended blessing 
Now put as a weapon when pride is around
Artists now drop for the profit 
Deafening the honest and innocent 
Time of the sound
Trumpets will only be healing 
The day he returns
Holy hiphop what we got for now 
Trials 
Ah Lord forgive me
I was too comfortable in that deep end 
Too bored in shallow see for future
Could’ve lost that title 
Twice escaped that ocean 
I hit a millvina dean was vital 
1912 could’ve reccoured again
Prayed and refused that cycle 
Many weapons have spiralled round here
The pace of Simon cowell 
Is needed for pressure to lectures 
These actors here for viral moments 
Based of gloating 
Fake motion  
To be a head of rivals 
Me and Hulvey xing out that factor
Praise to Yah
Not American 
Idolz
It’s 3, GTT