“Everybody get your Motorola Raze out, that ain’t how you spell the phone or eat a raisin,
Had flip phones, now they on iPhones;
Funny how tech works, changing us into cyborgs.
You be autonomous, like it all on download,
Know you want a life done easy and no manual.
Watching Wall-E, Molly, apps and pills for days though.
Culture, political, prophetical, it’s hysterical.
With your brain off, gotta find a mind now,
With your heart off, fakin’ love like porn stars,
And you hurtin’ bad, but its alright.
And you hurtin’ bad, but its alright,
There’s a Way: Light.
–Care for me, care for me, You’d said you’d be there for me, there for me. You said you’d die for me, die for me. —
That’s a real One, met with rejection. But He’s not a hollow, no He’s not a fiction.
You really slavin’ up on these people, You gotta be nice, for what to these people?
He see’s your stance: alone and can’t dance. You got cold hands. You say there’s no such thing.
Old school papyrus; you’ll be surprised when, love and freedom always been in your DM.
You already had Him.”
0:34 – 1:37
P.S – If you’re looking for “Christian” rap (there’s no such thing, music is music. It’s the artist that determines the style/reason for their art), check out Lecrae (ex., “Nuthin”) or NF (ex., “Real”).
King of Spades 