Holy Rolodex

I got two sides, dichotomy kind of stark,

I gotta shift my eyes before they acclimate to the dark

Shift my ways to scripture, sends to a picture of a man on the cross, reminding me of who I've become

I'm a new creation, no way around it,

I'm looking at the clouds, so cowards are looking down

It's too bright to look at where the crown is,

And if you don't know, you know all about it

Don't worry, because they'll eventually eat their own,

Theology, ideology, I can't escape the epitome

I call it superdome, it's what I call my mental zone, when I write in my phone the next song for the Lord

Unmask the true one,

Looking at it from a new one,