Captain America (feat. DJ Promote)

Star-spangled

Star-spangled or blood-stained

Beautiful America

Uh, Bryan, this one’s for you

Yo, the picture ain't done yet

Keeping my brush wet

Painting the sunset

As if there’s only one left

Creation like: What’s next?

Even the sun sweats

Thief in the night is coming, unusual suspect

He’s taking his subjects

Home for the love fest

Gone, sayonara

Shall be hell for the loveless

Some of us undressed

Motives are suspect

The justified type

I call them flush left

Wrong side, heart cries for the wicked

Big schemers, such divided thoughts, a giant loss

Matter fact, they take they only hope

Christ the King, they laugh at that, say it’s a Holy hoax

Imagine that, I’d rather have the One who holds the globe

Son, dancing with my Father, it’s a do-si-do

So happens that the big cheese is filled with gaping holes

Them cats be steady racing for

Whatever the case be, y’all catch me steady chasing God

He says, I am God, switch up your dogma

You ‘gon bow to Me anyway in the long run

You can’t change My mind, you got the wrong One

You can’t change My mind, you got the wrong One

Captain America, I made America

Captain America, listen America

I’m Captain America, God of America

Captain America, listen America

America stand up, put both of your hands up

And trade our flag for the blood stained banner

But they all laugh, then they taunt us like

This is a scandal, noxious, pick up they cameras

They like: If that ain't art, give us the standard

So, I’m Jackson Pollock, ripping the canvas

Land of the free, home of the brave

But man, wasn’t free, they souls are enslaved

Classic, something Johann would play

E Plurbus Unum, but they don’t call His name

And, my apologies, I don’t know all the policies

I spend most my time following prophecy

Cause there’s only One suitable captain to lead us

Please stop choosing Barabbas

White, black, blue and red is the newest trend

We might have to fight back with fewer men

They neutralized the color scheme with darkness

Need you to zoom in to what I see as an artist

Just come close to the picture frame

I be painting like Chuck Close, in pixels, man

We’re going to heaven I know, but honestly

Romans 11 says that we the olive tree

Wild, gentiles, we was engrafted

So bow, it’s time to salute your Captain

Captain America

Star-spangled or blood-stained