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Lamb's blood on my door, kingdom of the lord
Distant from the sins that the Christians let us kill Him for
Praise the pigment of the Moors, crumbled-up brochures
Ain't enlisting to be kissing every boot that touch my floor
Those that say that "less is more" look like dragons on the hoard
I'm the type to question blessings, end up falling on the sword
Yes I've been arrested, imperfect with how I soared
No respect when you address me, 'less it's numbers on the board
I was summoned by the chords but they bored with modern art
I ain't husband to a whore so they don't order from my cart
Ate my crumbs and went to war, I was damned right from the start
False-claim I understand like it's my plan to play my part
A broken man, but full of heart, life spent standing on his smarts
Who won't take his thoughts to market 'til he marks it on a chart
Darken the harbor as he floats back with the sharks
Barking to hearken my art before I'm snapping like a Stark
I'm not capping, been a quark, blink and you might miss me
Came back, then there were none, on my Agatha Christie
I'm not Ash, Brock or Misty, I'm more like red with a Pidgey
I've got a passion for myths that lost their splash in the sixties
It ain't a raft it's a dinghy, don't fuck around with my ego
All my exes look silly, they chalk me up to a Leo
But don't be knocking the Neo before he popping like Ne-Yo
Chopping conscious cuts of meat like I'm Kito on Keto
I've been dropping lots for free but barely dented the depot
Got so caught in costs and fees, but I believed in my FICO
Walked in to plates of cheese and got deceived for a C-note
Got two Two-A degrees, I'm still received like mosquitoes
I never visit casinos or fill my elbows with needles
I'm the lost son of Dylan when it come to my pen
Y'all can pop your placebos and swear to God that you need those
I'm The Thought that your Gods are the children of men
They say we're made in the Image of God
But they wait for His arrival
They too focused on The Bible
Can't they see it's a facade?