Armond WakeUp - Back From Brooklyn lyrics

I'm an artist...& I'm sensitive about it Tryna answer the call but the missions getting crowded I been spitting lyrics before Silkk said he was bout it But so what? Stand against God or sit beside him Besides, I'm surrounded by Poseidon On an island Studying indigenous citizens I derived from I'm a lion, fighting for what's provided My child or tight thighs, that's what my eyes on Supernatural, its more than a name, its a posture Imposters ready to pop like they was rock stars I come in the name of power & demonstration Its crazy...your job is my vacation Praying not to move in haste, but I'm impatient I'm Michael, was never one of them but they trained me I'm Randy, my failed intentions, they shaped me I'm Namond... I'll never meet your expectations I'm Dukie, never got a shot. Never learned the form So when they gave me the rock, I put it in the arm I'm wired to my desires I'm alive but realize what I'm alive for So I'm Sharif guarding the cooler Used to say I put my heart in my music But my heart is wicked, so really I was poisoning people instead of letting God use me to pursue them I'm a king I'm a gem God's the goal, He's the net, He's the rim Can I live? I'm the wound, He's the crutch I'm the tomb where He got up....from Son...I'm tryna tell you I'm the evidence, the paraphernalia Dead to my failures, dead to my ailments Dead to the pressure & if my life is a movie, every breath is the trailer