Mimic and gimmick—games for the few,

But they won’t lift you, won’t sift truth through.

Jesus in heart, no malice in chest,

This ain’t a trial—it’s results, not a test.

Let your words match, let your walk align,

No glitch in the soul, no code in the spine.

We’re on a journey algorithms can’t snatch,

Faith in the fire, no need to rehash.

Mimic and gimmick—games for the few,

But they won’t lift you, won’t sift truth through.

Jesus in heart, no malice in chest,

This ain’t just a trial—it’s soul manifest.

Let your words match, let your walk align,

No glitch in the rhythm, no mask in the shine.

We’re on a journey algorithms can’t snatch,

Faith-coded steps, divine dispatch.

Lyrical snatch—you're not getting through,

Just popping like clones in a new batch crew.

Soul dismissed, part of a bad batch,

Lost in the echoes, soul on snatch.

Practice what you preach—not programmed from screens,

Not staged for applause or celebrity scenes.

Shouting “I’m success!” while the soul’s on mute,

Ignoring the call, spiritual route.

Plugged in, yet plugged out—a glitch in the stream,

A voice in the rain, full clout, no dream.

Doubt in the echo, truth left behind,

Destiny missed while chasing the shine.

No one’s perfect—few still stand,

You do yourself wrong when you miss that command.

Jesus warns of sky monsters, time to prep,

Armor up, spirit sharp, take that step.

We wrestle not with flesh and bone,

But powers unseen, in realms unknown.

We are more than the shell that rots,

Eternal fire in earthly pots.

Mimic and gimmick—games for the few,

But they won’t lift you, won’t sift truth through.

Jesus in heart, no malice in chest,

This ain’t a trial—it’s results, not a test.

Let your words match, let your walk align,

No glitch in the soul, no code in the spine.

We’re on a journey algorithms can’t snatch,

Faith in the fire, no need to rehash.

Mimic and gimmick—games for the few,

But they won’t lift you, won’t sift truth through.

Jesus in heart, no malice in chest,

This ain’t just a trial—it’s soul manifest.

Let your words match, let your walk align,

No glitch in the rhythm, no mask in the shine.

We’re on a journey algorithms can’t snatch,

Faith-coded steps, divine dispatch.

Lyrical snatch—you're not getting through,

Just popping like clones in a new batch crew.

Soul dismissed, part of a bad batch,

Lost in the echoes, soul on snatch.

Practice what you preach—not programmed from screens,

Not staged for applause or celebrity scenes.

Shouting “I’m success!” while the soul’s on mute,

Ignoring the call, spiritual route.

Plugged in, yet plugged out—a glitch in the stream,

A voice in the rain, full clout, no dream.

Doubt in the echo, truth left behind,

Destiny missed while chasing the shine.

No one’s perfect—few still stand,

You do yourself wrong when you miss that command.

Jesus warns of sky monsters, time to prep,

Armor up, spirit sharp, take that step.

We wrestle not with flesh and bone,

But powers unseen, in realms unknown.

We are more than the shell that rots,

Eternal fire in earthly pots.