Fruits Of The Spirit

Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos
 Como también nosotros perdonamos
 A los que nos ofenden
 It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pendant
 All I have in this world is my flag and my sword
 I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord
 My shahāda is my katara
 My heart shock will light up when I'm excited, that's fajr
 Padre nuestro que estás en los cielo'
 A heavenly father
 Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water
 My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter
 ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border
 Satan struck Palestine, we at another mortar
 Lies from the reporters
 Ass shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hmm
 Swing low sweet chariot and my train is on schedule
 But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
 Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
 My cross I carried it
 My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
 The orbal was too wide to calculate the azimuth
 The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
 Rise young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus
 The dry bones are lifted up from the valley dust
 The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us
 A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us