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Faithful to thee...

I try to be

[Verse 1: R.U.I.N.]

I’ll shake you up like a pack of mister Noodles/

I’m brutal/ only merciful/ when I leave beautiful/ purple/ circles/ on your youthful pupils/

Your black eye/ on my/ contract is my sole loop hole/

To escape my inner brute soul/ savage beast/

Like X-men/ when/ I attack this beat/ bleeding true flow/

And lemme be truthful/ I’m the fat kid/ too slow/

To smash it/ no foot hold/ in the door/ quit asking/

Lord/ for me to follow a new road/ cold/ pavement/

Few feet, have been this way then/ but pretty soon though/

Enough is enough! / to have gone through yo/ I’m fed up! /

Got treasures of wisdom but they selling fool’s gold/

When’s my record coming?! / I’m Hiphop’s Harold

Camping or something/ waiting/ is taking/ a huge toll! /

Yes I’m whining/ about the timing/ but who knows?! /

God does/ and that’s why it’s hard but/ I’ll endure so/

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Faithful to thee...

I try to be

[Verse 2: R.U.I.N.]

Yo, I’m more burnt out than a wooden pipe/ sometimes/

It’s like/ I need a break from life/ this can’t be right/

I guess Jesus, didn’t have it easy either/

I’m the 4th magi, with the poems of a dreamer/

The wise men were guided by the star in Bethlehem/

But cause of the smog, I can’t see none of them/

The angels said ‘Peace and goodwill to all men’ /

But I only see the poor in Goodwill when I spend/

So we celebrate the day he was born/ but wait for/

The day when he gets the throne/ and blows the horn/

But it’s hard to believe that God’s a strong tower/

When buildings are blown up by explosive power/

I will still trust in Jesus, who calms the storms/

Lives with the poor/ even with rich kids in college dorms/

At the glory of love, I learned to bow my face/

Love ain’t a noun, it’s a verb and that’s how I stay/

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Faithful to thee...

I try to be

[Verse 3: R.U.I.N.]

Wild sage, or a child of my age? /

Nah, as I flip my Bible’s page/ a smile on my face/

I’ve heard it said ‘There’s only one Mother Theresa’ /

Yeah yeah yeah but God’s a wonderful teacher/

Sitting at my desk, as a student/ kinda stupid/

Wondering who’s the illest in this music/

Then I thought, why do I want to be the illest? /

My mind would rot, I’d rather be healthy, still it’s/

Tempting, cause the demons await/ and Screwtape/

Is writing a letter to every MC that’s fake/

Yo we gotta go to Hell for Heaven’s sake/

But how much Hell can we take? / when we break/ down it’s gates/

Don’t know what fate/ awaits/ but I’m repping this/ cause/

They never made a statue for a pessimist/ But/

I’m a soldier in a war/ that’s more/ than violent

Pushes/ I’ll write with more ink than octopuses/

Cause I’m…

Faithful and

Grateful and

I will do everything I can to make your name known