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(I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber)
These my street psalms pain with a praise
Wrote em in the dark, but they shine in the haze
I talk to God like a soldier do
Sayin Don't let the devil fold me too
Street psalms I don't sing, I bleed
Put scripture on beats when the block can't read
Holy water in my styrofoam cup
Tell the preacher, the gangsta woke up
I ain't kneel in a pew, I kneeled in the trap
Talkin' to the sky with a strap in my lap
They say faith move mountains I moved them packs
Tryna dodge 12 while my spirit collapsed
Seen angels in hoodies, demons in Benz
Heard prayers from junkies that made more sense
I don't quote verses I rewrite pain
Each bar I spit, got baptized in rain
Read Psalms on a flip phone, late night shift
Soul got robbed but I ain't let it drift
Told God, "If I win, make it mean somethin
Cause I gave too much just to leave nothin
Preacher talk peace, but my block talk rage
I light sage next to a 12-gauge
Still holy, even with a record and a scar
Still chosen, even when I'm cussin at the stars
My Bible got creases like my mugshot face
Still found grace in the worst of place
I ain't perfect I'm proof that the broken live
These street psalms ain't pretty, but they real as it is