Saints

I just want it to be over, don't want to rest

Too busy writing while I'm sober, I'm tryna vent

Packing up baggages to lighten up my heavy chest

I got the gold in my mind, don't wanna fail the test

I got let go by my crew, they see I'm different with this mic

Print a soul with the Bible, the way I'm living

Heaven knows idols and rivals they sell religion

But with arrivals of violence where is the vision

I took too many to the sunken ways

Does the Lord above see my face with a fiery rage

Covered by the hair, do I share what they can't relate