Fruits of The Spirit

Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos
Como también nosotros perdonamos
A los que nos ofenden
It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pendant
All I have in this world is my flag and my sword
I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my [A]Lord
My shahāda is my [A]katara
My heart chakra light up when I'm excited, that's fajr
Padre nuestɾo que estás en el cielo
Our heavenly father
Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water
My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter
ICE out here ɾippin' families apart at the border
Satan stɾuck Palestine, we at another mortar
Lies from the ɾeporters
Ass shots and [Bm]stɾipper poles for [Dm7]the eyes of my [A]daughter, hmm
Swing low sweet chariot and [Bm]my [A]tɾain is on [C7]schedule
But I had to [C7]take the Underground Railroad like [F]Harriet
Weave the whole industɾy, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it
My crown of thorns to [C7]cavalry from Nazareth
The orbal was [Am7]too wide to [C7]calculate the azimuth
The journey was [Am7]technically unexplainable, hazardous
Rise young gods, all [Em]paths lead to [C7]Lazarus
The dry bones are lifted up from the valley of dust
The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us
A field full of dreams is where they tɾied to [C7]bury us