Euphemism - You Gene Write, Madam Butterfly

Yeah, yeah

So the pen is mightier than the sword my Lord

Use these passionate prayers as garments to armor your boy

I search for heaven within as God guiding my course

Align my track with stars and I awaken the force

Force of nature, most basic law was the self preservation

That’s a physical statement that can’t compute in the matrix

I’m Neo peeping the code, binary one’s and O’s

One and 'O' if my revolution reload in your soul

I pray my people replay this and load up it to they playlist

I know you saving your data but download it and save it

Mark my words and save the date like its formal arrangement

Form and function for the soul now to save more later

Influence for all my people going through it

I’m just trying to heal them with a lil' bit of music

Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion

Can I get a amen and a witness (And I Am)

Is hip hop just a euphemism for new religion

Soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing

On a mission for the children listening all over the world

Teaching every boy and girl you got power in your word

If we each one teach one

We can save the world if we all reach one

And I am kneeled, pray for grace

Saving grace

Is hip hop just a euphemism for new religion

Soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing

On a mission for the children listening all over the world

Teaching every boy and girl you got power in your word

If we each one teach one

We can save the world if we all reach one

And I am kneeled, pray for grace

Saving grace

Been through so much, got so much to say now

Where I’m from, it’s come up or stay down

So I’m flipping and chopping these vowels

Off cord, words cut like sword, good Lord

(Huh) Grass wasn’t greener, on the other side

So I had to get it out the mud this time

When you start from the bottom, you must climb

To your highest height, even in the dark

Stars still shine, to conquer they divided

I stand by word, bond, you can’t change my mind

Song -birds singing these rhymes, flow so divine

Im so whole, just call me 'Prime'

Rippling, when it’s tough I know it’s hard to grips things

Looking for an out, pulling ripped strings

Fiend with the pen and pad, so addicting

Is hip hop just a euphemism for new religion

Soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing

On a mission for the children listening all over the world

Teaching every boy and girl you got power in your word

If we each one teach one

We can save the world if we all reach one

And I am kneeled, pray for grace

Saving grace

Is hip hop just a euphemism for new religion

Soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing

On a mission for the children listening all over the world

Teaching every boy and girl you got power in your word

If we each one teach one

We can save the world if we all reach one

And I am kneeled, pray for grace

Saving grace

If you were told that life and death were in the power of the tongue,

would you believe it?

Or that your hands possessed the power of healing, could you feel it?

The power of the mind is a manifestation of its thoughts

Would you continue outwardly thinking?

If I told you all food ain’t good food, will you filter what you eating?

See past the hoes and the gold

Dissect your heart, your mind, and your soul cause there’s so much to life

You serve a deeper purpose

So can you tell me who you are?

Can you reach beyond the surface?

What you live for?

What will you die for?

Tell me what you’re here for