Testo gospel?

God will make a way
God will make a way
Oh, yes, He will

Uh, make-believe, mustard seed, move the mountain
Assume the outcome is safety and permanent housing
I roam with a falcon, a tree spotter taught me accounting
I'm 'bout to get these white people caught up in they bed of lies Webster dictionary cries, colonize native tongue
Missionary, Bible Belt, motherland overrun
My gun heavy, I'm about to unload
This is an ode to Haiti
Mozambique, Martinique, Trinidad, Grenada
Whеrever Black peoplе sleep
Pray for them, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The storm will come, but best believe the sun will shine
So if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
Ah
I'm not gon' lie
I'm not surprised to hear The Fugees is FBI
We who weaponized
Told my niggas expect TECs and expect the best disguise
Can't eat the food due to special effects of the pesticides
Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride
This Kalashnikov kill crackers
Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus Mountains
Controlled burns got me forewarned about water fountains
For four O's, I'll get you forwards
Not you movin' backwards, see
This mean G-O-D givin' orders directly
Gainin' obsessive decadence, gettin' over depressions
Gifted open develop while givin' hope in these lessons
I tend to spoken aggressions
Don't need no scope, no compressor
My voice be my only weapon
And this for Black women and children only like Rosewood
Except I left no one behind and didn't need a cracker to do it
Creatin' a path of safe passage to through it
Baby, my black is the truest
You pray for me, I pray for you back to imbue it

The storm will come, but best believe the sun will shine
So if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
We go through the ups and downs and in and outs, that's just life
But if we put up a fight
Everything will be just fine
We're gonna be just fine (Just fine)
Oh, fine (Oh, just fine)
Oh (Just fine)
Oh (Oh, just fine)
I know we will be just fine
If we keep on pushin'
If we keep on workin'

I remember stadiums so packed, the trees outside the gates heavy with Black joy
Just to get a glimpse of the comrades, our boys back from the bush
The crowd swayed to the gospel of liberation poised for revolution
Little Red Book in my father's breast pocket, the ground shook
History movin' underfoot, I was on his shoulders on tenterhooks
The leader spoke slow and focused, powerful pauses
Flanked by soldiers with dead eyes
The sun catch his wire-rimmed glasses
Told him roll the boulder, lo and behold, Lazarus was alive
Squint in the light, stinking of death
Mouth dry, red dust, a ghoulish prize
They never say what happened after, no surprise
Coulda guessed what happened to us
But at the time, mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky
Sonic boomin'
I'll never forget the rush of pride
Women ululatin', men drunk, strong spirits, duelin' drums
The calloused thumbs of mbira players, the ride home at dusk
Faring students and strangers, feelin' like we won
Road blocks manned by mere boys, wide smiles and long black guns