Undefeated Trip Lee

[Intro]
Oh yeah, rose from the
Yeah, yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
Does it even matter if he rose from the grave?
Or is all we've been told really fake?
Ayy, the other day my bro said he just not sold
It's a myth they told to the slaves
A parable from them olden days
And maybe I'm just going through a phase
Yeah, if the facts don't hold I'll roll
But if he rose, he should hold center stage
Maybe they just been spinning tales
Bout babies and mangers and silly veils
Bout spirits to keep us all really frail
Like "be pious and pity them infidels"
Yeah, if it's fake we should really bail
But peel the scales from your eyes and fill the braille
Is he buried somewhere, can we really tell?
Or is he living water from living wells?
I don't know why this world feels so cold
Or why justice feels so slow
Or why they treat my folk so low
Or why you gotta walk the right path so solo
Followed by foes
But I do know if that stone really rolled
Two thousand years ago
Every inch of the globe should be shaped in his mold
All I know