Idols

The images you're carving on your arms are arming lucifer with new weapons
Idolizing graven images cannot be good for you but I'll admit to idolizing plenty few
That included dollar signs, different women, even filming
I just wanted to be the best at what I did
Expectations from a higher source I couldn't identify would play with my mind
But Jesus kept his promise brought his gift of peace to share with me
Flashbacks still hit me
Endless years of suffering the OCD consuming me
Symptoms moving so fast was done watching the clock ticking
Visions wasn't fictitious
Finding the time to redirect my focus
Dropped what I was doing and wrote this

Magic spells and Voodoo from enemies I can't see
Prayers keep me shielded, angels always with me
And as for Melrose Condos, my vision still remains
But I wrote that song before I was delivered from the chains of astrology
If the stars predict the future who created the system?
Surprised at how quick I was to believe in stars that couldn't talk
Symptoms of rejecting God but he was there for me from the very start
These days I admit I used to worship the stars and the Moon
It's easy to be fooled in a world full of confusion
And as for the money, I understand you're hungry, but sunny days is coming
Isn't the peace lovely? Life is so funny
I used to write about you wishing that you'd love me
You was painting bad pictures of me, such a hypocrite
Feelings that you left me with, I'm never gonna see you again
Nowadays I use my voice expressing what's necessary, everything else will follow
No more stressing out about tomorrow, just appreciate this moment
Whip who stole it with pistola, thats a pistol whip
I'll say it again, idolizing graven images is like whipping yourself with different sticks
Is this making any sense?
If it's anything to take away from this, I just want you to realize
The evil eyes and angel number lies is all a trap
This'll mix your spirits up, intervening with God's plan

Stuck in my head all day
Stuck in the trap of the wage
Hugging them walls
Pullin up waze
Tryna get out of the maze

Never idolized them pills
Even when demons got too real
Got the system booming louder than Khalifa on the swish
Nothing's sweeter than journey
Turn myself to make a wish
Shoot my shot and it go swish
Can't compare yourself to this

Ankle bracelet from the shackles
I been tackled since a kid
Benjamin button syndrome
Citizen lookin pretty on my wrist