Blinded

I spent half of my life not being a believer
Doing hard work and never rolling my sleeves up
Still got dirt for the harvest, tryna be an artist
In an industry where fans find the skeletons in closets
Embellishing our hardships
And the world wonder why the critics bringing out the negative in artist
We put our life on the page, you say its bad art
And now you think you know a nigga, that's a bad start
How you gonna rate what I say about my race
And how I say the white man slaying us today
And how you gonna gimmie a 2 saying my shit ain't the truth
When half you niggas never fit in my shoes
I write pain and struggle so my pain can struggle
To get the best of my heart, soul, brain and muscle
Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine

Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise

I spent half of my life not being a believer
Thinking that religion is a villainous deceiver
Went to a Baptist church where they would mack and curse
But the true word of a God I ain't practice first
Everybody telling Monroe what should I do
Read a 100 different books to discover the root
And still nothing was proof except they loving the loot
My mama told me that the true God is love within you
They said God was perfect, but that wasn't the truth
We hide our imperfections like it's dirt up under a boot
But our imperfections perfecting a you into you
They say we made in God's image from the suit to the shoe, who knew
It's vibrations that you and I eyes making
Manifest best or become a citation
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise
I'ts never

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine

Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise

I been blinded I chime in into the bitter climate
Reclining but climbing, binded by the brightening
My eyes been reminded, divine in designing
Kai and Osiris, aligned in ya shrine it's
A bright Dionysus, hakai all your vices
Mind and my prime it is Christ in ya likeness
Navigate left if you fight with your right fist
All black power til' the whites work the night shift
They cover your eyes and smother your pride
Discover your crime before you never worship a God
Aborted our lives, until we can't afford to get by
Too poor to survive and plus you got a lord with blue eyes
Until we all do the knowledge on the righteous truth
You can be your own God it's alright with you
Question is, is it alright with God
Cus we limited to punishment or twice the odds