Polar Express

[Hook] Gunned down row by row they know the text Nat Turner, here I go, hope for the best Today's slave chains are gold, shoulder to chest This underground railroad's cold, Polar Express [Verse 1] Free at last Last like the call closed the tab The mad dash for the last glass of alcohol Bars it's like I eat them Cause I've been fine with all these falls And all of these scars, and man, I'm bleeding Isopropyl antiseptic might slow all chance for infection But what's the plan for the cancer that every man is possessing My ancestors were a fan of this message The plan to take every family from Abraham and direct them from the direction Of evil with correction Reconciling these evil reckless heathens To the heavenly feet of Jesus believing That His robe will lead us back to heaven Any other freeway to freedom is a mass deception [Bridge] They say slaves will never be free In America In America But they didn't say those things to Harriet, no [Hook] (x2) Gunned down row by row they know the text Nat Turner, here I go, hope for the best Today's slave chains are gold, shoulder to chest This underground railroad's cold, Polar Express [Verse 2] I was walking in the lion's den And everything I did just wasn't working like retirement Flirting with a Leviathan Purchased but wasn't buying A serpent sold me a lie But I'm certain, homie, I'm fine I interpret closely and find that the fruit on this tree I knew not to eat was only designed To keep you and me from pursuing the reason God is divine The new knowledge of good and evil, eat it and free your mind He repeated that second line like repeated that second line I mean why would a serpent lie? If you're curious, Jeremiah Take this fruit I gave to the wife Grind it smoothly, roll up two doobies And you will provide the fire Enlightenment will be the lighter It's proven to get you high But don't do it like in the movies cause usually movies lie Like Nubian rulers in pyramids with rubies inside I'm schooling you how to do it I used to be cool with God And music was my design I'm digressing No time for questions You, just listen and nod [Hook] Gunned down row by row they know the text Nat Turner, here I go, hope for the best [Verse 3] Man, I told you listen and nod Forget the hook there's no time This fruit will make you like God Remember, why would I lie? The blueprint will be imputed to every human The movement is instituted the second you take this fruit and you chew it Just do it like Nike signs Your cruise is scheduled at two, it's a ship I made just for you And I promise that you won't die This journey through the middle passage to the land east of Nod Will further you into Egypt and everyone will survive Don't worry I'll give you pride and I'll never be by your side Forever give you facades and a clever little mirage See, you confuse me with God Who gave you this coupe that only seats two It's cute But the fruit is the entire garage Take this fruit intravenously, make this fruit into deity Easily He could have seasoned you with the knowledge of you and me But no He kept it secret, I know it's hard to believe But He's not who He claims to be, so I need you to take this tree And emancipate all creation from the scandal of their Creator I'mma hand you this AK, spray and blam blam them during their prayer Here's a camera, J, get creative Decapitate after raping, attach it to every email And tag it on every playlist Abolish all of your slavery, acknowledging that you hate Him And follow your selfish dreams, then follow me into Hades Technology, politics, and astrology will debate On behalf of this fruit attacking the Savior and any Jew Who has even the audacity to proclaim and equip all these pastors with blasphemy Rip and shatter His masterpiece Quick, I've gathered the recipe, flip the batter like Gabby D Mix and master catastrophe Get this fast: your master creeps and He's on His way back You lack the capacity to perceive Hey, stop thinking Procrastination is only fine when you need it Look, homie, it's not persuasion I'm trying to get you to see it He's fake, it's treason Let me kindly respond to you on how I see this That's evil like creating Cookie Monster with diabetes Then watching him try to complete an impossible fast from sweets But then dropping him into a street filled with chocolate cookies and cream And then haunting him in his dreams with the consciousness of his disease But then rocking him back to sleep And then mocking him with this tree filled with Keebler people This coffin is not where you want to be Peep it, Eve, she's already deceived Now you eat, forget about Jesus Repeat, rebel, and then exit this Garden Eden and heaven go [Hook] Gunned down row by row they know the text Nat Turner, here I go, hope for the best Today's slave chains are gold, shoulder to chest This underground railroad's cold, Polar Express (Gun em down)