Gift In Chains Lyrics

(Uhm, I think the chapter was called, when the darkness does not lift)

Sometimes I just stop and I look at the world, and I just wonder where we going you know

(And here I say, be patient)

But the truth is, I don't even know where I'm going myself

(Be patient in the night of God's seeming absence)

I guess I'm back to the rap fantastic I'm wreaking havoc

Took a walk down my mental passages left in ashes

Went too far in my bag and I sent some people packing

I swear the End was awaited my scale gone reach the masses

Take the beat and I beat it up and then let you have it

Releasing flows like a leaking boat when I spit I'm Kraken

Release the "Cracking Ups" you catching and I'm really laughing

This my origin story but they all reenactments

I endured through the darkest mourning

My inner voice was at a point so foreign I stopped recording

I believed my raps got to born, I start aborting

Missions like that chorus in yo head that you can't ignore it's

Annoying to have important performances

Not enormous enough to justify all the lyrics I'm forging

And I ain't talking ghost or illegitimate sources

But the way that I been killing got me feeling like I'm spitting to corpses

(Or it's)

Killing like the corporations

These state men is making all the silliest statements

Nation divided by the organization

Tell me that don't make sense, surely it make cents

Ima keep it real, I been in some dark places

Looking in the mirror getting harder to face it

Yeah I'm only human but my craft is a spaceship

If you can't catch my vibe I'm on a different vibration

I'm really a sensation

The hairs is raising, I'm the heir to King till the Kingdom cave in

I'm not standard, I throw cell light shading

If these rappers painting pictures I rap animations

But I can draw lines for paper

And they all over heads like constellations

Yo whole team fake those con formations

I'm hot, beat cold, flow condensation

I lost people through constant hating

Confrontations, conflict n condemnation

Still ain't break me

I'm too concentrated

And I weigh my pros like MMA

Be out the box, octagon, and not out of shape

In Dark Places I lay tryna find my faith

And I don't walk on thin ice, I grind and skate

I rise in slay like Saint Nick Christmas Eve

My gift in chains

I pray God free this slave

My mind engrained with fame thoughts still in vain

Feel my pain I faint as I spill I drain

To clear my brain cause right now I need space

My gift in chains

Praying God free this slave

My mind engrained with fame thoughts still in vain

Feel my pain I faint as I spill I drain

To clear my brain cause right now I need space

In Dark Places

Uhm, I think the chapter was called, when the darkness does not lift

This my fifteenth, suggestion for how to fight for joy

Be patient in the night of God's seeming absence