R.U.I.N. - The Covenant lyrics

(Hook+ ad lib) Faithful to thee... I try to be [Verse 1: R.U.I.N.] I'll shake you up like a pack of mister Noodles/ I'm brutal/ only merciful/ when I leave beautiful/ purple/ circles/ on your youthful pupils/ Your black eye/ on my/ contract is my sole loop hole/ To escape my inner brute soul/ savage beast/ Like X-men/ when/ I attack this beat/ bleeding true flow/ And lemme be truthful/ I'm the fat kid/ too slow/ To smash it/ no foot hold/ in the door/ quit asking/ Lord/ for me to follow a new road/ cold/ pavement/ Few feet, have been this way then/ but pretty soon though/ Enough is enough! / to have gone through yo/ I'm fed up! / Got treasures of wisdom but they selling fool's gold/ When's my record coming?! / I'm Hiphop's Harold Camping or something/ waiting/ is taking/ a huge toll! / Yes I'm whining/ about the timing/ but who knows?! / God does/ and that's why it's hard but/ I'll endure so/ (Hook+ ad lib) Faithful to thee... I try to be [Verse 2: R.U.I.N.] Yo, I'm more burnt out than a wooden pipe/ sometimes/ It's like/ I need a break from life/ this can't be right/ I guess Jesus, didn't have it easy either/ I'm the 4th magi, with the poems of a dreamer/ The wise men were guided by the star in Bethlehem/ But cause of the smog, I can't see none of them/ The angels said ‘Peace and goodwill to all men' / But I only see the poor in Goodwill when I spend/ So we celebrate the day he was born/ but wait for/ The day when he gets the throne/ and blows the horn/ But it's hard to believe that God's a strong tower/ When buildings are blown up by explosive power/ I will still trust in Jesus, who calms the storms/ Lives with the poor/ even with rich kids in college dorms/ At the glory of love, I learned to bow my face/ Love ain't a noun, it's a verb and that's how I stay/ (Hook+ ad lib) Faithful to thee... I try to be [Verse 3: R.U.I.N.] Wild sage, or a child of my age? / Nah, as I flip my Bible's page/ a smile on my face/ I've heard it said ‘There's only one Mother Theresa' / Yeah yeah yeah but God's a wonderful teacher/ Sitting at my desk, as a student/ kinda stupid/ Wondering who's the illest in this music/ Then I thought, why do I want to be the illest? / My mind would rot, I'd rather be healthy, still it's/ Tempting, cause the demons await/ and Screwtape/ Is writing a letter to every MC that's fake/ Yo we gotta go to Hell for Heaven's sake/ But how much Hell can we take? / when we break/ down it's gates/ Don't know what fate/ awaits/ but I'm repping this/ cause/ They never made a statue for a pessimist/ But/ I'm a soldier in a war/ that's more/ than violent Pushes/ I'll write with more ink than octopuses/ Cause I'm… Faithful and Grateful and I will do everything I can to make your name known