yes, I'm A Gospel Rap Artist, (Mctoc)
To Trey Stevens, Scott Brooks, and Many Youth Pastors across this Nation
“coincide”with my memories, bound to “make checks”
who’s next, muscles Flex, I was Born to Snap Necks.
Demonic interference, with fifty shades of pain.
Born to hold this stress, that drops like “Summer Rain”
Falling far from this train, They label me “Insane”
I leave a “Nasty” trail, This Stain" Will Remain"
So-I-Set my course for the “Very Last”battle
Lock –And –Load, “Hear –my –Gun ”Rattle"
Up a creek without a paddle, bring a knife, To this fight.
the age of “Hot Steel” turns the “wrong into Right”
“Dreaming back” to the days, of them Cadillac Coups,
Sweating with the brothers,"in the city shooting Hoops"
Hanging in the “Bottom With”Them “Playas And Haters
From ”Vikes 2 Gators, To Nerds and Skaters.
Coming straight from V-Town, You know, “That Red-Carpet City
Lots of people ”walking Around" Don’t know God, “What a Pity”
Down South Red-Bone, I started “Busting Them Skills.
Watching friends, Making Money, Busting out, ”Them Drug Deals"
I went from "Job 2 Job" living life, “Like a Slob”
Hanging low with my posse, “That Redbone Mob”
Couldn’t Stay “Alone” at home with my mommy, “ You See”
She couldn’t keep her hands off Michael, Matthew Are Me.
Had to break-Out early, Yes I made own my Own.
Fort Jackson, Boot Camp, In That “Combat Zone”
When I got “Down South” to this sweet Little Town
A page, “Back in History” is what “I found”
Cursed by the Siege, supply’s run try,
Lost souls, Never reached, “hell-bound, When they die.
A City Starving for grace, thirst-craving for ”Love"
“yes” that One True Love, from Heaven “Above”
