“Behold, I send an angel before thee, to keep thee in the way.” Look. Hear me out. My angel, my helper, my guide. Who even are you? Is this fair to ask? [Beat drop] Is you some kinda servant? Or some kinda Lord of all Lords? You up there strummin' chords with the world, or makin' music just for me? Uh Should I call you Jeez? Uh. Or maybe you're one of his Brothers? Maybe he was out there servin' some kinda other good goal. How many invisible powers are out there workin' diligent hours just to direct my paths and make me whole? Are we, like, both members of the same Team, type shit? On some One Love, One Body, One Dream type shit? Some kinda gods together, birds of a feather, whether or not I realize type shit? Maybe only insofar as I follow the lead type shit? Or are all the gods like in the myths? Maybe you don't fight which yo fists, but got beef? Ignorance, weakness. Each angel like a human just tryna eat n' get rich? But there are many kinds of riches — power, purpose, meaning, love. Maybe some of you are wise and some of you is dumb, like us. But if you're anything like us, y'all just out lookin' for a grind that let you feel a little greatness inside. Yuh. I mean, I'm just bein' honest, G. I mean, curiosity can sound a lot like an apostasy, I mean, in the mind, not the heart. Nah. These kinda questions ain't the kinda thing that tear us apart. Not us. You and me been grapplin' questions from the start of it. Yo, got all these people tryna tell me 'bout faith, Talkin' 'bout "God is great," Talkin' 'bout "don't be late, for church." Uh. But all they words is comin' straight from a book, Like some bullshit bait with a hook Like they ain't never took just a moment to sit with the silence. When's the last time you sat me down, like, "Nephew, here's the deal, like, sure, don't kill and steal, but, like, This my name, here's my picture. don't let 'em sit here and spit lies about me." It's facts! When's the last time you straight up told me your plans, Laid out the whole mystery of gods and angels before me in the sand. Ha! The idea is absurd. As if the greatness of your being could be laid out in a word or two. It's true. I'm all about philosophy. But I know defining god is nothing more than an extended verbosity. An elegant elephant trap, Decidedly irrelevant to understanding you who I stand with in prayer. I'm not questioning the air. I'm talking to the one who cares for me, who's there for me, In the hopeless trenches and the times when I can barely see for myself. The god who answers me, Who makes the barren path before me transform into places of dreams. I mean, who even are you? Where does your power even end? And why the fuck in God's green earth do you ever treat me as a friend?
