Unorthodox
When I torch the box
I do this for those that snort a lot
Just bought a rock
Mainline sailor that never port the dock
Undergroud
Real ish
Grimy
Makes some squeamish
They even hated Jesus
I'm peter squeezin
Save your nonsense
You a critic
I'm an artist
Yes I'm christian
But I'm not better than those that listen
I gave my pen to god a long time ago
Spirit written
If you get a good vibe from this that's the mission
Save your spare change
My dad owns the whole range
Its fair game
I'm a walking testimony on an airplane
Demons scared when I'm around
They know my name
I came in the name of jesus
We the same
Outside your frame of mind I sign my stain
Curious as a cat
Shrewd as a snake
Fire you can't escape from through the hatch
My plan has been laid
You can't make an omelet without your bed made to break like rules
I was never made to fake like fools
I educate like schools
The holy spirit keep me informed like news
No news ain't the good news
Good news
Paper gospel
Good shoes walk the faith of fight hostel
Apostle
A pastor
Please pass the truth
That real deal earthly grimy world view
Dirty
Awx
I see like thirty hawks
The spirit is the one you sacred to lurk your thoughts
Ain't nothin there anyway
Just dirty walks through empty halls with plenty walls
You barely talk
You so distrought
As my dad said you warped son