Angeles del cielo vengan a cantar. Se escuchan sus voces en este lugar. Aunque parezca locura, aunque sé que no es normal, por la fe sucederán. Cosas invisibles que nadie ha tocado. Sonidos del cielo que nadie ha escuchado. Cosas que no son normales, cosas sobrenaturales por la fe sucederán. Abre nuestros ojos como Eliseo muéstranos el cielo, muéstranos el cielo. Inundados de tu gloria, inundados de tu gloria. Trae aquí el cielo, trae aquí el cielo. Angeles del cielo vengan a cantar. Se escuchan sus voces en este lugar. Aunque parezca locura, aunque sé que no es normal, por la fe sucederán. Cosas invisibles que nadie ha tocado. Sonidos del cielo que nadie ha escuchado. Cosas que no son normales, cosas sobrenaruales que nadie ha escuchado por la fe sucederán. Abre nuestros ojos como a eliseo Muéstranos el cielo Muéstranos el cielo Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Ante tu gloria demonios caen Huye la muerte, ya no hay enfermedad El cielo aquí está El cielo aquí está Ante tu gloria demonios caen Huye la muerte, ya no hay enfermedad El cielo aquí está Ante tu gloria demonios caen Huye la muerte, ya no hay enfermedad El cielo aquí está El cielo aquí está Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Ante tu gloria demonios caen Huye la muerte, ya no hay enfermedad El cielo aquí está Ante tu gloria demonios caen Huye la muerte, ya no hay enfermedad El cielo aquí está Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo Inúndanos de tu gloria Inúndanos de tu gloria Trae aquí el cielo Trae aquí el cielo

Uhhh Ok Keeping on the oven, making sure we ain't freeze Homemade macaroni, with the government chesse Living with my grandma, cause my mother was a fean Young, wild and reckless, we was running in them streets We was violent, none of us had no guidance Uncle gave me money so I can keep my silence He was supplied, what the junkies was buying Grandma worry, cause she knew them drug dealers was dying Right on Clifford and Portland, support nigga who snorting Making money from dealing, that's just how I recall it Knew he was well-respected, them values now not important Suffer from paranoia, I guess he was over cautious Happy having nothing, cause none of us didn't have it Crazy living conditions, turned man to a savage Came from broken houses, family members was addicts Getting clean, then relapsing, going back to their habits Rapper who poetic, feeling like Langston Hughes Label as muslim, for all my racial views If this was 1920s, I'll be out here making blue Living in the garden, if Adam didn't break the rules Walking blind, out in the wild, just like Elijah Living past 30, a designated survivor Living in the jungle maneuver, through the piranhas Ain't no type of honor, when you dealing with connivers Women working double, just for they can get that bubble Ditchin working niggas, and getting one that can hustle Nigga pitching bundles, just for they can get them bundles Saying that they love you, but missing when you in trouble Thirsty for attention, striving for likes and mentions Body shaming was never in my intentions Hopefully I don't come across as offensive I'm not using this platform to be pretentious I'm not picking and choosing, I talking to all women Features that the creator gave you, was God given No matter of ya age, we known as Allah children No matter if we try, we always gonna fall victim Rest in Peace to women, who dying off embolisms Living in this prison, they make it look like a prism Losing all perception, we lacking the intuition Notice the television, really alter our vision Going through the struggle, a victim of circumstances Lack of opportunities really doing the damage Get it by any means, penitentiary chances Pray to the Elohim, knowing he got the answers Going through depression, in a state of apathy Ain't no happy ending, this story ending with tragedy Mass incarceration, I have to paint in my masterpiece Black balled, feeling like Carmelo Anthony