Fruits Of The Spirit

Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos Como también nosotros perdonamos A los que nos ofenden It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pen, then All I have in this world is my flag and my sword I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord My shahāda is my cantada My heart chakra light up when I make sajdah at fajr Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo Our heavenly father Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border Satan struck Palestine with yet another mortar Lies from the reporters Ass shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hmm Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it My cross I carried it My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous Rise young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus The dry bones are lifted up from the valley dust The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us (bury us)