Jesus was a rapper,
You think I’m kidding right,
Hell yea he was a rapper,
Eternal swag/style as he bleeds with no blood valves,
Until then he tried to swallow it all down,
The hatred of him, becoming emotionally inclined with ones who needed to be healed,
Preaching verses around the so called holy land to the people with single grains of faith,
All this time, he felt like his heart was bleeding for nothing,
an entourage of 12 right?
Deceitful DJs, producers, managers, and radio personalities,
Not giving a damn about no one else,
Except for his thirst for respect,
Still, he breeds himself into a living king,
With punch lines of penetrating wisdom,
But still, him being on his own label,
The others, wanting to bring him down,
Putting out their own dis records,
You may have heard of it,
“The crucifixion”.
Putting a crown made of thorns on top of his cranium,
Thinking they would reach his articulate mind in a physical way,
Hammering nails into is healing hand, which he used to cure and mature the weak minded,
Raised him high enough to taste the sky,
As he projected his voice into the mic saying,

GOD WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!

The real greatest rapper alive,
Jesus was a rapper