
Yo, I’m ill with the flow, no need to provoke,
Humble for Him vibes, but nah, I’m not the Pope,
Sacred with the rhythm, but I’m breaking the rope,
Tied to divisions from the banners they hold.
[Verse 1, Laid-back Groove]
Red hats clash with the world in the streets,
Faith in the pulpit, but the truth feels discreet,
Preacher man preaching while the choir repeats,
Both sides praying, but they never meet.
In cathedrals and rallies, the passions ignite,
Scriptures in the left hand, flags in the right,
Twitter wars blazing, both claiming the light,
But my mic stays neutral when I step to the mic.
[Chorus, Melodic Hook]
Faith and freedom in the battle we see,
Lost in the noise, but I’m finding the key,
Politics and prophets in the chaos we weave,
I’m just here spitting what I truly believe.
[Verse 2, Steady Flow]
MAGA hats tilted, fists up for the cause,
Scriptures on the wall, Ten Commandments and laws,
Some kneel in prayer, some standing with claws,
Both searching for peace, but they tripping on flaws.
Pastors with opinions, politicians with Bibles,
Sunday sermons sounding more like recitals,
But through all the noise and the constant revivals,
One truth stands tall, cutting through the spirals.
[Chorus, Melodic Hook]
Faith and freedom in the battle we see,
Lost in the noise, but I’m finding the key,
Politics and prophets in the chaos we weave,
I’m just here spitting what I truly believe.
[Bridge, Instrumental Drop]
(Yeah)
This ain’t sacrilegious, I’m just painting the view,
Not the Pope, not the judge, just a mic and the truth,
Debates at the altar and the polls we pursue,
But the rhythm brings clarity the moment it’s due.
[Outro, Smooth Fade]
So whether in the church or the ballot we cope,
Faith and politics, two sides of the rope,
But me? I’m just flowing, steady giving you hope,
No matter the stance, I’m just spitting my scope.