Heartmelt Part II

From blackness to black, C sharp to B flat

I'm a walking relapse who wants his dreams back

My path once static like pop and feedback

A soul once breaking, pop lock, and lean back

But then I opened up my life and then I let Him enter it

He looked into my heart, and then He took it out and emptied it

Carrying the promise made to Judah down to Benjamin

And burying the past and made the future sing the requiem

If Hip Hop is dying, Im a nurse with a license

Stays by the bedside, administering vitamins

Giving him the Vicodin, checking on the vital signs

Breaths in a minute, pulse, temperature in Fahrenheit

I'm trading in my carousel... suckers and my caramels

For training with my rapier and crushing every parallel

Enemy armada steady aiming with the glare of Hell

I'll sneak aboard the harbor, set aflame to every caravel

I rip darkness, and every single maledict

And everything malicious while the mandible is dripping

With a Spirit filled lyric... Pattern like an algorithm

Hungry for the Word- catalyst of my metabolism

Sin is in the air, lingering in secrecy

Elevate your arms intercept the frequencies

I fight systems, ripping through its circuitry

And won't stop until the day Im lifted to eternity

Rich in the Lord, but I can't afford the failure

And I am not an artist, Im the canvas of the Painter

Sin is my nature, my destiny is greater

The devil tried to steal it but I snuck aboard the freighter

A focus on the Lord more lovelier than sterling

Supply you like the Overlord that hovers over Zergling

Knowledge is the o***m, I overdose a learner

Toke data with an opus that'll overload the server

Ever since an embryo... endocrine, estrogen

Separate umbilicus, connecting with the breast and then

Project into development... every step of Erikson

Complexity of Oedipus I 'm stepping up the parenting

Lesson for the adolescent learning with a lack of depth

Electrical activity, adapting the synaptic cleft

The point is, and Ecclesiastes said it best

Without the love of Christ, homie all of life is meaningless

If I could buy time, you bet I'll stall through it

Yo check, no half-steppin'all in with God's music

Hold'em fake hearts, your bluffs? I call through it

I'm holding face cards. Tough luck. They're all suited

And you could feel it burning in him

Merging with the curvature that be securing nervous system

Cervical, thoracic, lumbar, sacrum

Purposeful, classic, work hard, patience

Open up your heart and let Him fill the vena cava

As the wave depolarize until it infiltrate the chambers (and changes)

My heart failure's wailing for a Savior

He brought me back to life with that baby in a manger

Learning how to chase it with complete consideration

That my every single labor is to Worship the Creator

So I'mma stay spittin'with a sick configuration

And a quickening like babies that be signaling for labor

So this is my flavor: beats, rhymes, and fader

And I'mma keep trying, and each time is greater

Let go of lust, you eyes who hold dearly

It takes more than blindness to make you see clearly

Sudden re-appraisal of what used to be irrelevant

Develops into Truth and is the basis of our presences

I met destiny, then I put my hand in hers

Walking down a staircase, held onto a banister

Grace is now available... pauper down to chancellor

So let the light shine; now I modify the aperture...

And I tried to pay the wages of my vagrancy

The bullets came blazing but He pushed em out the away for me

And when the dust settled... the only thing plain to see

Was a bloody cross that was standing in the vacancy

I was once blind, now the only thing plain to see

Was a bloody cross that was standing in the vacancy

So am I extraordinary? (X4)