[Verse 1]
As the light [?] exit his eyes, like the exodus tribe left Egypt, the death presence inside whispers small talks about the kingdom he walks
Above or below only he knows
Who’s to tell? Everybody’s going to hell so why judge?
Cries and hugs
The preacher and the choir pass through touching the family hand
Then take the stand
Then bring on the band
The organ player
Then the morning prayers
Then the morning sayers
Kids, I wonder if it’s organs there
We say sorry but are we?
Into hardly, it’s godly, car keys
Take long drives, storm rise
Raining, windshield wipers
Pushing a lighter
Defrost, I’m a deep thought
The music glow in the cold
Let’s go

[Hook]
Make history (x6)
Whatever you do, make history

[Verse 2]
A candle and a bowl
Prayer beads, Hail Marys
Faithful, Gabriel, pair me
Water over my head
Sheets over me spread
Spiritual hand, Jehovah has bled
OGs over there dead
Seatbelt’s light beeping
He held life a reason
Driving, swerving, disturbing
Remember the sermon
Remember his person
The winter is white curtains
Pushing a CD
The Psychic World of Walter Reed is like a [?] to me
But quite awkwardly, I see white horses in front of me
The wheel turns into a strap
Then it keeps flashing me back
The seven crowns of God
I wrap heavens around these bars
[?] strap weapons around your squad
Finally the legend has found his art
[Hook]
Make history (x6)
Whatever you do, make history

[Verse 3]
Saint Walter of Brooklyn, [?] Bed Stuy
Looks like a hoodlum
With OGs that are right, why
The wise man from the highlands, where we lay bands
The meaning of history
Scriptures are seen
To teach that the [?] stresses his tyrant is the beginning of the virtuous life
Circles of light
Hide his beloved from the seed of murderers night
And repentance is the renewal of baptism
Repentance is a contract with God for the second life
The omni[?] white
The psalm treasures I write
Whether humility or the tongue’s liberty
Blessed to see and the young ability
Be history

[Hook]
Make history (x6)
Whatever you do, make history