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Funny how you show up now
Acting holy like some kinda prophet
Left my momma broken down
With the child you said you never wanted
Hole in my heart in the shape of your love
Spent my life thinking I wasn’t enough without it
You’re crawling up from underground
But I’ll send you back into the darkness

Don’t come back to me, rest in peace
You say ‘dad’, but you’re dead to me
God damn, now I’m 23
What kind of fool
Skips out on love of a family
First man ready to leave me
Still walking, but you’re dead to me
Oh you

Momma taught me how to walk
You just taught me how to walk away
I know everyone is flawed
But no one could forgive all your mistakes

Don’t come back to me, rest in peace
You say 'dad', but you’re dead to me
God damn, now I’m 23
What kind of fool
Skips out on love of a family
First man ready to leave me
Still walking, but you’re dead to me
Oh you

You, you, you, you
Still walking but you’re dead to me
Yeah you
You, you, you, you
Still walking but you’re dead to me
Yeah you

Oh yeah
Yeah, you’re dead to me, dead to me
You’re dead to me, dad

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Whispers in the dark, everyone’s a guide,
Smiles like saints, but there’s nothing inside.
I’ve been fooled too long, shadows in their eyes,
Cheap gods preaching lies, I won’t comply.

Every word is hollow, every promise fades,
Lessons written in fire, but they’re masquerades.
Looking for direction, but the maps are burned,
Every step, every turn, nothing learned.

Fake crowns, fake thrones, I see through it all,
Standing in the ruins while the mighty fall.

“You preach like a god, but I see the fraud,”
“Cheap gods on my back, breaking every law.”
“Whispers in the night, they never save, they betray,”
“Your heaven’s a lie, I won’t kneel, I won’t stay.”

Yeah, I’m walking through ashes, confessing my crashes, counting my sins,
Every sermon’s a venom, their fake faith never begins.
Kneeling in chapel, rattling rattling, Our Father’s fading,
Candles drip, scripture slips, every vow’s degrading.

Preach salvation, deception, obsession, every confession,
Twist every psalm, palm dripping, chaos in procession.
Altar’s a slaughter, every word a slaughterhouse echo,
Holy books shook, crooked looks, shadows on the fresco.

Tithes in their coffers, coffers stacked, sermons lack structure,
Blessings sold in silver, deliver lies in a lecture.
Crosses on the pulpit, pulpit spills, guilt like a flood,
Every hymn’s grim, brim to brim, sanctified in blood.

Confess, digress, transgress, they bless with stress,
I spit it back rapid, chaotic, apostolic unrest.
Faith fractured, rapture captured, scripture a trap,
I map every crack, attack every track, no cap.

Preach, reach, breach, they teach in leeching speech,
Bleach out the truth, no proof, just the lies they preach.
Bloodrush in my chest, vest of sins pressing hard,
I tear every card, discard the facade, scarred and scarred.

Pews packed, attacks stacked, their blessings distract,
I counteract, exact, react, faith cracked, intact.
Chant, rant, grant, I plant a wordbomb in the air,
Flare of despair, glare at the lair, truth laid bare.

Confession in shadow, ashes follow, candles hollow,
I spit rapid, synaptic, ecstatic, never swallow.
Blood on the altar, chaos in the psalter,
Every word I spit is artillery, no falter.

Ashes fall, whispers call, I won’t be fooled again,
Shadows fade, night invades, I rise above the sin.

Cheap gods crumble, their lies exposed,
I see through your masks, the truth’s imposed.
No crown, no throne, no power to claim,
I won’t bow, I won’t play your game.

Call out the liars, the saints of shame,
No one kneels here, no one speaks your name.
Ashes of your sermons scattered on the floor,
I rise through the chaos, I bow to no more.

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Angel Rodríguez García, known artistically as DJ A INTELLIGENCE, is a Puerto Rican music producer and DJ born in Fajardo, Puerto Rico. 

​Angel Rodríguez García, conocido artísticamente como DJ A INTELLIGENCE, es un productor musical y DJ puertorriqueño nacido en Fajardo, Puerto Rico. 

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