Beat by teddygram; [Apostolic]
The chorus has no real lyrics, because I decided it didn't need them.

Yoo, uh.

This aint about talkin smack, or givin' lip
This ain't about some self loving ego trip
This ain't about losing trust to a bitch
That ain't about none of this.
This about between a drop and a lift
This about your time within a rift
When there's nothing you can do
To prevent it. Check it,

Spiritual, no, not physical.
I try to refrain from being material-
istic. Something like a mystic
But not mystical, bright lit vocals
Try to learn unknown, we can't foreknow.
So I theorize, and conclude in flow
Then I realize, no one seers long ago,
Hear lies, but I don't feel hollow.
See light past the dark, and I hope it grows.
Yes, I hope it grows.
See unknowing avatars living in a tenement
Try to spread a smile, when it's hard to even settle in.
Then we got these demons reaping in capital benefits.
Monopolizing garbage, monopolizing shit!
I rap wisdom when they have phlegm in their spit.
But good thing Teddygram keeps it sick.
Keep this off my mind, give me kush or give me nips.
Tryin not to slip, but I'm losing my fucking grip.

See, sometimes it's best to say nothing
Evil from the back will just come out frontin
I don't believe in violence, but sure I'd love to hunt 'em
If I could talk to God, I guess I'd say: Dear lord,
How did you think of the mind of men?
Was war in the plan or did the devil sabotage them?
Is there another realm for our dreams to spend?
Sorry for this God, you must be busy, amen.
Apostolic, Yes that's the topic.
I'd tell you more, but it ain't tied to logic.
Feel it in your stomach, then try not to fear it
Listen closely to the signs, can't you hear it?
Above, or around around you? Once it must've found you.
If it hasn't, you've lost your sounds to values.
You'll have no meaning behind all those tattoos.
Whose got your back when the rift has surround you?