[Verse 1 - Saint Ripley]
Spent a lot of years miseducated like Lauryn Hill
Never rap about mahogany, leather, or lavish thrills
Pay bills and make ends meet
Loosened up to finally stop worrying what the world thinks

Might pick up a guitar and flip to folk singer
Fuck it, why not? What if that’s how the thread seems?
Unseen, unheard, and unnoticed
The sun gleams regardless and light shines with each stitch

[Verse 2 - Saint Ripley]
Got a couple friends that are buried in the powder
The industry hate truthe, but regardless have to shout it
Carry me, carry me, I used to call upon a savior
Reflections struck thе water came and brought me up thе glacier

Unrepentant, rejected Jesus Christ
I’m my own god, path to my own light
The Holy Spirit caught a glimpse and tried to raise fists
A shepherd lost their way, and had to bow to being faithful

[Verse 3 - Qari]
I got good on casino
Kush fiction
Push diction
Like a doctor from the mountains of Chicago

I was closer than tomorrow with the poachers
And the cargo

Bogus

My cousins don’t notice

Burning clovers

As I descend from the war-torn shoulders

Tripolar in my used to be sober
Money makes money

Got the city bulldozing
I’m my own sponsor

I speak it like the spokesman