Yo—ain’t no WiFi where we walk,

Just birds, breeze, and spirit talk.

They sent texts to gods, I sent crows.

One came back. With smoke in its toes.

Cut the wire, pulled the plug,

Left the app, ditched the drug.

Ain’t no signal in the Garden’s spine,

Just barefoot beats in serpent time.

Tower fell, they blamed the bricks,

I blamed the code, those matrix tricks.

I don’t tap keys—I tap on trees,

Whispers from roots unlock my knees.

No signal in Eden, but I hear it all,

Dead zones sing when kingdoms fall.

Flip your phone, now flip your fate,

If you're still online, then you're too late.

Moses had a hotspot once—burnt bush,

Now every prophet dealin’ with digital push.

But I left that sim in a snake’s cracked jaw,

Only ring I hear is natural law.

Don’t ping me, I’m gone off grid,

Too much light for the masks you hid.

Out here, the spirits share their scroll,

While drones above can’t read the soul.

Ringtone dead, but the echoes pulse,

Ancestors hum through forest gulps.

My line direct—no third-party app,

I speak in tongue, and the thunder claps.

Put your phone on faith mode,

Cut the feed and hit the road.

In Eden, silence is loud as drums,

And no signal’s where my calling comes.