Holy Ghost

V.1
I'm an ambassador for Christ
everything else is irrelevant.
Shining the same light
In the room as the elephant
Feeling brighter than I ever been
Head high like a pelican
Prepared for His return like the mailman
With a check, no pressure
When I’m led into the dessert
Faith measured
Through Christ I only elevate
While Satan make flesh seem like
There's no better place
When there’s a better place
Instead of living someone else’s fate
in someone else’s flesh, like you Leather-Face
However
Holy smokes...
The Holy Ghost
Got that boy on fire
Inspired
By the touch of His hand on my forehead
Ghost Rider (ghost writer)
To be real
I don't ride two wheels (wills)
I ride one--unicycle
Demonstrated by His Son--Holy Bible
To make me pure as white—No Michael

V.2
I use to be influenced
By my dad being truant
I had no friends,
The nose bleeds proved it
So I begin to doubt myself
Leaving the house without my self
jeans without the belt
I knew it was no coincidence
like Florida, eight years after Clinton
I came to a state of repentance
receiving God's spirit
I expected things to be different
Only difference is the day
the spirits the same
Now that I grabbed the torch
that was passed forth
my past found its way back
as if my head's on backwards
while stuck on fast foward.
hoping my mouth be sealed with
the image of a monster,
they revealed me with
tryna quiet the realness
In case the realness
became too appealin'
since my navigation did a reroute
my fire can't be put out
it just grows higher if anything
higher than a man of R&B,
the highest note he can sing
with the mind of Plato
on the highest step of the Tower of Bable
and before
you get the metaphor
I've already went back ‘n’ forth
climbed Mount Sinai, met the Lord

V.3
Since receiving the passed torch
I'm the dummy crumbling
brick walls on the crash course
still running
the car by far past par
driven, even after they judge me
The ugly duckling
judged based off my past and scars
still have a few of those
the physical proof of experience
that makes you beautiful
the experience that you better bring
the experience embedded in me
how can God hate ugly
when He loves me
seeing the potential in everything?
I'm starting to kinda feel like Jeremiah
fire on my tongue
like a dragon burping after I swallowed a lighter
so when them spirits come upon me
accusing me falsely
I remember God's grace
reacting calmly
by faith grabbing the base
of the mountain, cast it in the sea
causing a tsunami
I know…
My thoughts I can’t control
My mouth I can’t close
Like the Holy Ghost it flows with my pulse
Especially when they refresh at 10 second intervals
Speaking the scriptures so boldly
Holy Ghost