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willy j "the prisoner of hope" - wasabi lyrics

overall it’s round four, for mixtapes this soph-m-re
they ask w-lly bring the fire please bring the bars we want s’more
marshmellow, that’s stay puftin’ that’s ghostbustin’ that’s my vibe
christ centered like last supper, that painting from da’vinci’s time

metaphorical and historical. try my best not to be deplorable
be a lyrical wordsmith, making swords strike ya when you’re vulnerable
if you’re a christian than you prolly understood that line
but if you didn’t please just give me four bars of your time

in the bible, in ephesians says his word is like a sword
so when i talk about my jesus it’s like i’m wielding ya heard?
so when i say something biblical or spiritual here’s my goal
that you hear these words with your big ol’ ears in your big ol’ head and it hits your soul, k?

back to rappin in fashion before i write i pray
don’t wanna be in xxl i don’t fit it anyway
i’m not dissin’ myself, just don’t wanna be on your shelf
i’m more than $5.99 in christ man i know my wealth

i’m not the artist i’m the canvas, prop taught me that
don’t lose my faith in god, mom and dad taught me that
baruch ha shem adonai, rabbi taught my that
always faithful and on time, god proved that

unlike me or should i say we, breakin’ his heart everyday
we’re supposed to be the bride, but we rather be the runaway
we’re startin’ really to decay, maggots under our eyes
we’re waiting for the victor, guess we’re the corpse bride

man, i blame the first two for what they’ve done
they got played by the snake with the silver tongue
they bit the fruit and in turn broke the perfect bond
because the apple got jacked i’m a cinna-mon (sinner man)

there’s more (x4)

my goal is still is the same i pray the music, it engages
pour my heart into these songs, don’t mind blood on the pages
bring the fire to their core let them feel the burner
make em’ wanda (wonder) bout the cosmos that’s timmy turner

cuz we in trouble like that dude daniel in the den
facing death like a baseball bat to glenn
but there’s power in prayer so let’s holla at him
so he’ll let go ghosts, save us like danny’s phantom

mixing it up with the metaphors makin it really connective
i’m trynna keep flow like she’s my girl, that’s progressive
keep it a hunned, it ain’t easy but this ain’t an act man
through the maze, twists and turns i’ll catch ghosts like i’m pac-man

they try to shoot me down like a game of battleship
but i’m sorry you’re in trouble cuz your bound to miss
my operation’s by perfection gives the question guess who?
thinkin’ you winnin’ the game of life but you ain’t got a clue

i just wanna give him glory, praise him when i shout
like the girl riley, bring your joy inside out
gotta keep movin’ baby, race ain’t over keep on runnin’
cuz we’re all gonna drop when he returns like andy’s comin’

welcome to ken that’s the mixtape that you hearing now
it means range of knowledge or of sight, i broke it down
you may think i’m braggin’ or flexin’ like i know something
truthfully the more you know you realize you know nothing

so come on bruh i’m breaking bread go and pull a chair
let’s give grace to god for this food that’s been prepared
eatin’ good, sushi on my plate cuz i know he got me
i got my soy sauce and my ginger, ayo where’s my wasabi?!

- willy j the prisoner of hope lyrics

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