I’m diagnosing the doom

Now I spit truth in IV drips, Like the lies that come from loose lips, Venomous spit to sink this ship— But I’m not Titanic, I’m built on the wood that woulda saved Jack Had he not got off. I rose from the land where quicksand lies, But Jesus replies in waiting rooms sighs, Where silence screams and healing hides. I ain’t just surviving— I’m diagnosing the doom. Reading charts of broken tombs Prescribing verses for the hurt, Injecting grace where pain won’t part. Splitting Red Seas Starting with the Heart [Bass drop- Flat line pulse monitor sound effect beeps and then fades out] [Bass Kicks in again] They said I was sick, But I was just soul-deep. They said I was lost, But I was just knee-deep in truth That don’t sleep. Karen about what I do Not if I eat So I spit in IVs, While they sip on Mai Tai lies, And I rise— Not like ships, But like sons who know the skies Not the Limit. I’m Felonious. I don’t just rhyme—I resurrect. I don’t just speak—I dissect. And if you’re listening, You’re already healing. And my mission is working