Fruits Of The Spirit - Jay Electronica

Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos

Como también nosotros perdonamos

A los que nos ofenden

It’s all love, all Wimbledon with the pen, then

All I have in this world is my flag and my sword

I’m on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord

My shahāda is my cantada

My heart chakra light up when I make sajdah at fajr

Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo

Our heavenly father

Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water

My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter

ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border

Satan struck Palestine with yet another mortar

Lies from the reporters

Ass shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hm

Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule

But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet

Weave the whole industry, every jab I’ve parried it

My cross I carried it

My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth

The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth

The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous

Rise, young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus

The dry bones that lifted up from the valley dust

The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us

A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us (Bury us)