Welcome to My World.

Yo, it’s the return of the martyr Stephen, it’s a bold statement, heart beating / The crowd is full of these hecklers, but it’s my Gospel, my season / Own up, life relinquished, Jack Cousteau, jump off the deep end / Light vs dark, no time for weaklings, voice in the wilderness, rhyme and reason.

My king was beaten, left for dead, torn and bleeding, life surrendered / Vivid is the picture given in the scriptures, stained in my brain, so I remember / The chains and splinters, hate was vicious, the lack of the forethought, kind of ridiculous / Hope was released upon all the prisoners, for the sake of love, not all religious.

Call your hitman, I’m a stand here like a bike on park that’s popped the kick stand / Life’s on pause, enjoy the quicksand, gotta bunch to say, so throw your bricks man / Glass apartments, stones in a house that’ll break when it hits is half retarded / Forward is the march like my name was Martin, pedal to the floor until I hit exhaustion.

Pull alarms and warn the people, a life without Christ recipe for evil / Speak to the masses, deplete the egos, bully all the hate, like my name was Deebo / And He knows, every journey that we go, and His hand is upon where we need most / Beautiful are the feet that compete to carry the Gospel, fly like eagles!

— Pacaso Ramirez, Barrcode Cypher, Before Chaos Descends