Javion Bishop - Hell

Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
You, and me
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
You, me, we
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
We, to be
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
Western religion
Schools and prison
Who do the sinning
And who's forgiven
The students, children
Are pimped to fit the schools agenda
We too conditioned
They tell you shades of blue are crimson
And rouge is cripping
I think It's funny how the water is blood
We made from the dirt of the earth
Pumping air in our lungs
New vibrations from the snares and the drums
And you seen your family get hung
Civil atrocity became the new normal
Once we created the dollar and the value of one
Division formed in all life that inhabits
The 3rd rock from the sun
With moral conscience of course
Until we aren't anymore
We live and die by the sword
Forged with inequity
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
You, and me
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
You, me, we
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
We, to be
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
Welcome to hell
I been to the other side
If I showed you my power
And told you, you could tap into it
If you really try
Would you believe me or cast me to fire
Tie my hands and feet
Walk me to the shore and let my body lie
This world a joke and you see
When you reach the next one
We in hell now, ain't no judgment day
This is the reckoning
Ya pops ain't watching for you
Or sending signs
Your perspective an alchemist
To keep your negligence alive
Causalities on both sides, flipping coins
Flipping, little girls and boys missing
God is in the slave prison
God is in that padded room
That pill prescription
God is when you took that trip
And met up with your higher self
Within a realm that's hidden
God is in every victim
And to be skeptical is fair
Because the human condition
Is like a fucking illness
God ain't in banks, or in government buildings
When we stolen god wasn't listening
And to be chosen and forsaken in the same breath
Exhausting, that's the black experience
At least the black christian
I wonder who I would've been
If I ain't spend my youth in fear of losing my religion
I had 3 baptisms, desperate for him to cleanse me
Assuming poverty was punishment for sin
I was convinced that I must've been committing
Struggled with how my momma
Sacrificed it all for me and he-
And her story horrific
Fuck all that strongest soldiers
Get the toughest battles talk
I'm down on bended knee
Every night begging for you to mend it
Give me the strength to be content with living
Please let my mother live to see my children
Devote my faith unending
To no avail my life in hell
Begging for redemption
Shit feel like mental illness
Black bodies on my Twitter feed
The corner of my streets is full of candles
Watching news repeat some shit familiar
Suffering for centuries
For the sake of putting faith inside a new existence
You know your power
You would rather spend your time
Letting blind lead blind
Love is love and all is fair
Till it's two of the same kind
Pouring millions in a place in your name
Is a small price compared to
What you'd have to pay if I recalled
Every time you should've shed your fucking light
You should've saved somebody's life
Could've gave somebody life
Could've graced somebody's heart
To end the war inside their mind
Could've

Written by:
Bishop Pearsall

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