Second Coming Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
My body’s a cathedral, y’all, with stained glass of tattoos
Each showing the face of Jesus when he’s delivered the bad news
Each tat show my life and [?]
Descriptions of killers with gats
From my early beginnings to my ascension in rap
From losing one of my kindreds from my dominion, all facts
It wasn’t really a glory road, [?] across my back
True stories are told
This one [?] wrist, I took a risk
’98, put out a disc that took the world out on a diss
Pluto with a new flow
In the booth, the youth truth told
My elbow shows a hellhole and a railroad with train passengers towards Africa
This is the chapters of abracadabra, dark matter
Sparks gather, Noah on the ark ladder
On my shoulders, the art’s blacker
Much older with goth actors
The body is the temple, I use Gotti for the end flu
Int, hint, the pen moves the same way the chakras in Zen do
The same way the mantras in Hindu
Children became monsters…

[Hook]
The poison and the lies, depression, the pain
The warning, the signs, confession, the blame
Losing our time, the end is now
Behold, the lord shall crack the sky