[Chorus]
It is written
It is written
It is written
Gathering the nations
Prepare my relations
For spiritual battle, battle
I have my doubts
But there's no time for that now
Gotta recharge my channel
For to medicate, resist, meditate
Keep righteous rocking
Steady load and locking
There ain't no stoppin'
This bullet, load it, pull it
Bullet, load it, pull it
Fully-loaded poet

[Verse 1]
It was changing so fast
I barely kept up with it
Calling on my spirit guides
I was up in Sitka
South-east Alaska
Forgot to ask her
If I'd survive the next chapter
Portland to 'Frisco, city of angels
Above the prophecies, up upon the table
Tangled in my spirit teacher's angles
Middle finger to the Star-Spangled
And I know I'm ready
Big message, heavy
Gotta learn to carry
What comes to me directly, said
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