(Verse 1)

I admit that I’m Christian....

But when I'm sharing my views

They expecting perfection

Like I’m the one who resurrected

Radio won't play this

Cause they don’t like the message

Keep your earlobes covered

So they don’t get infected

We’re either chasing acceptance

Or fearing rejection

I came here to kill this infection

But I'm using grace as a weapon

Time of the essence

No longer inception

We live, breathe, and die in deception

We're feeding on weakness

The media feeds us

The enemy sweetens

Hashtag #StayWoke but we already sleeping

(HOOK)x3

I guess it's time

To say goodbye

To foolish pride

And Kryptonite

(Verse 2)

I ain't come here to play games or make friends

I just came to kick tracks and take names

Do you get what I'm saying?

It's not that I'm vicious or angry

I'm just tired of hearing the same thing

Mumble Rap and Trap Stars

To be honest

Part of me wants to smack y'all

But what would that accomplish?

Somebody, somewhere would still give you honors

And that's where it gets complex

I came in a hero, but I'm dying a villain

When I wrote the first album

I thought a hero had risen

But he was a nice guy, media killed him

And this is what happens when you rattle the cage

Murder the good guy and spit on his grave

Dying species

I gotta remain

So this is my animal rage

The cannibal swayed

Feeding off rappers

I'm dying in vain

(HOOK)

(Verse 3)

I wanna affect my generation

Cuz right now

We living in devastation

Open minded… no filtration

We killing ourselves

Over media sales

We living in hell

While innocent people are dying in jail

My soul not for sale

Cuz it was bought with a price

The passion of Christ

We're made in his image

This is part of his vengeance

But was weakness part of his vision?

What if Adam and Eve never started the system?

Would lust and hate still be a part of tradition?

Would we lie, steal, and slander

Then call ourselves Christian?

I'm the worst of these sinners

But at least I admit it

I'm so inconsistent

They call me a cynic

Lord forgive me for the things that I've hidden

And eating fruit that's forbidden

I'm trying to break free of this prison

Still...it feels I'm stuck in a rhythm

(HOOK)