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Lyrics:
Called to be a preacher, never wanted
To be like just another fan up in the bleachers
I'm a creature created by the teacher
To feature the redeemer with a holy procedure

Take the Gospel to the corners of the map
Connected to you like a Skype Call Chat
Maybe the date and time may not be exact
But your blessings will come, and never fade to black

Like black keys, and white keys from which I breathe
My music, you use it, 'cause this is my need
Singing is a medicine, not just to stay relevant
Indeed, I'll proceed with what's in my league

Not a lesser division, my vision is with precision
My music cuts like a medical incision
The spirit made the decision, now I'm proficient
As a persistent Christian who's a musician

And now I'm spitting, bars like Guantanamo Bay
A ton of ammo but I'm killing to stay
On point like a ninja star, beats like Dre
Hit Em like whammo, by the DJ

DAX, check your facts, Wack tracks are simple snacks
Forget racks and contracts, I got tracts and comrades
Yeah this is a war, and my lyrics are my bullets
cause I pull it on the pulpit, get the toolkit

Cause I'm about to paint a picture, this is how I'm living
When it comes to my gifts, my art is given
I've been forgiven to draw the latest edition
Of the rendition of the Gospels exhibition

Graphic design is just another way to paint
Yes I'm photoshopping but these gifts ain't fake
Not giving into hate, boy I gotta stay in shape
Yes I know the ruler, so my lines stay straight

Right Sho? I dream of college but not for light shows
I see learning as important, this is as my sight grows
Walk the fine line, I'm on the tight rope
Tryna get a good grade as I spit tight flows

Nowadays you ain't guaranteed by college
Like Mineo said, do you really have knowledge?
Education really shocks me, talk about wattage
All this to make sure I don't end up in a cottage

Not a good impression, I'm tryna talk to this girl
And I'm not sure if I'm impressing, I've learned the lesson
She got the curve, like a moon that's crescent
And her presence, every single, time becomes more pleasant

I like them well rounded, fit, and so holy
Put a ring on it homie, she's the one and only
Maybe the wait goes along super slowly
But if she's a soccer player, brotha', I'm a goalie

My purpose on Earth is far from worthless
Your homies still? Well my homies rigo mortis
Yeah, we've been dead to sin; show it like Circus
Purchased this nervous kid who is non-deserving

So I'm straight up swerving, do it so timely
If there are reasons to stop, well then someone please remind me
On this quest for meaning, I set my mind to find me
I'mma reach for the stars, and leave the moon behind me