Prelude
Right Before the drums is the hardest part
Some grunt, some yell to try to clear the heart
But the question sets in: I wonder how it’ll go
Maybe next time, we should pray some mo’

Verse
The Artist’s Prayer, I rap it with lofty thoughts
To make it clear, we are those who could not be bought
No matter how much, we stuck to our guns
So when the demons came charging, we’d be ready to bust
Excuse the pun; a simple man with the gift of words
Who just can’t help feeling this gift is like a curse
Cause sometimes Lord, with every verse written
Seconds become minutes, there’s a change of season
The clock is always ticking and that’s what I fear
That when folks who care are reminiscing
I’ll just come up missing
Lost in the annals of time
But if I had a chance, I wouldn’t press rewind
Cause no matter what; I know you’ve got a reason
For why I am one people should listen to
And grow from the seeds of knowledge that I hold
And with your grace, it’ll always be the purest of gold
Magnified tenfold, please protect me from the snow
Loose girls, lines of blow this industry can bestow
Cause I’m a weak man, you can see it in my life
My heart and my soul, this is why I need Christ…you
Denouement
Sometimes they pop shit
Sometimes they hoik! spit
But I want to be different
I want you as my locksmith
Control my tongue, control my desire
And I pray you fan the flames, of my artistic fire