God We Create

Rap is the God

the God that we create

built out of cracked phones

late rent, cold plates

Prayers on a page

ink under my nails

every unpaid bill

in these sixteen tales

I talk to the ceiling

it answers in rhyme

my future in fragments

but the beat keeps time

Rap is the God, the God that we create

we carve a new heaven from hunger and hate

turn all of our losses to lines on a page

I kneel in a booth

I’m baptized in the rage

Rap is the God, the God that we made

out of bad decisions and minimum wage

I don’t need a halo, I don’t need a saint

just truth in my lungs

and a mic for my faith (yeah)

I seen halos in hoodies

prophets on the bus

they quoting their trauma

like scripture they trust

No choir, just neighbors

arguing upstairs

their names in my notebook

their curses in prayers

I’m stitching my sins

to a rhythm, a frame

if I say it out loud

I can live with my name

Rap is the God, the God that we create

we carve a new heaven from hunger and hate

turn all of our losses to lines on a page

I kneel in a booth

I’m baptized in the rage

Rap is the God, the God that we made

out of bad decisions and minimum wage

I don’t need a halo, I don’t need a saint

just truth in my lungs

and a mic for my faith (hey)