[Verse 1]

Mass hysteria 'bout to crash the barrier

God inside me how can I be scared of ya

Played the cards right but I was never rare enough

Now this God speech blarin’ out ya stereo

Fragrant sound causin’ raucous in the area

Get behind thee if intent nefarious

Please don’t mind me watch where the eyes lead

Kid got the glow might blow like a psybeam

Butterfly but I bee stinging

Leave that head ringin'

Wish a demon would I’m a 12 round heathen

Hands in the air cause my flyеr miles frequent

This somеthin' light really tryna be a beacon

To the youth, switchin’ lanes don’t need a coupe

We flockin’ to see the truth It ain’t always the scenic route

On the surface a simple scene

What’s the purpose of plantin' seeds if you can’t reap the fruit

See it through

[Chorus]

Mo' wood, gotta keep the fire blazin’

Set the bar high now we out the cages

Rose up from the bottom of the basement

Through the concrete flowers are adjacent

Mo' wood, gotta keep the fire blazin’

Set the bar high now we out the cages

Hold my head high feelin’ so brazen

Brass talk might start to get abrasive

[Verse 2]

Camp fires been a primer for the greatest stories

Writin’ letters to the Lord like those who came before me

Apostle Paul but a little more raw

There’s a battle on the boards this a little war song

Don’t know what you got in store when my back against the wall

Death almost paid the course but you bought the catalog

Almost in the catacombs that’s the price to have it all

Now a different pedigree but I’m still a savage dawg

More to life, so I keep seekin’

For ways to get even

With all the odds

Evaporate facades

Gospel rap back got the Spirit at large

I drive in the paint If you move that’s charge

Covered in the oil like a 2 car garage

More gas in the tank but the engine long gone

Well all need some restoration on occasion

From the wilderness to a predestined destination

[Chorus]

Mo' wood, gotta keep the fire blazin’

Set the bar high now we out the cages

Rose up from the bottom of the basement

Through the concrete flowers are adjacent

Mo' wood, gotta keep the fire blazin’

Set the bar high now we out the cages

Hold my head high feelin’ so brazen

Brass talk might start to get abrasive