Put it to you like this

Listen, you could look in the eyes and end up looking surprised

Hiding behind tints this is a Hell of a ride just happen to catch a glimpse

Windows they never lie hop out the Mystery Machine I'm pulling off the disguise

Seeing through the facade the truth is in the Divine these skeptics looking for signs

Don't worry bout it it's fine a poster boy for the genre

I'm s'posed to talk about God to people who need the cardio

Lift the heart mind and soul

Exorcising demons while trying to build the body up

Not a guise but a geist a out-of-body experience shivers go up the spine

The Spirit back in alignment Great Physician a chiro

Visual might be graphic that's how His plan was designed though

But what do I know

As time goes I'm watching the hands of the Designer moving in silence yo

Black Sabbath I'm coming back from sabbatical

Still rocking I been through a couple battles though

I was long gone now I'm home son was prodigal

God's Son protected me from Diablo

God's Son 2002 Nas flow

Sundown I was feeling all kinda low

Now I'm up sun shining so phenomenal

The melanin is Heaven sent Shekinah glow

Sun rays in the tropics

Son raised on the Gospel this vocation I located a while ago

Jetsetting the vacation is tropical

George Jetson I stay racing around the globe

My life is on a parallel with a parasail tryna stay afloat

Through the highs and lows

Hi's and byes around I go carousel

Hellos and farewells a far cry from fairytales but hope the tale ends well 'cause

I don't know what the final chapter entails the tail end of my story isn't mine to tell

I don't need to ball a fist

Trust the One who got the pen

That's the Arthur with the grip so, all's well that ends well

I made it out of a season of pain the seeds and the grains in order to grow

I needed the rain

Maybe every loss I endured I needed to gain perspective on why He planted me here

Keeping the faith I don't

Answer to fear just tell him that I ain't here 'cause I ain't taking no calls

I know who answering prayers

Sometimes I pick up the phone, feel like nobody there

Feel like nobody home

Feel like I'm all alone that's when I reach for Shalom

I need the peace for my soul it's still a peace you could hold

But couldn't keep in a holster

Shoot... we all got challenges we battle with

Long as we got a Advocate we got a chance to win

In loving memory of all our fallen comrades

Who fell upon they swords and couldn't come back from combat we doing this for you

Win or lose we gon' make it through

Always try to find the beauty in life, thanks to you

Thanks to you