[Verse One: Franklyn]
Mic shinobi flow
I mean you know me, yo
I should be signed to OVO
I need that Sony dough
If we’re going toe to toe
I leave ‘em comatose
Forever skippy with the flow becah I know the ropes
I don’t find your shoes impressive
Keep your loubs and necklace
I seen niggas almost lose their senses
Just to cruise in Lexus
For the jewels and pendants
Just so they can roll in gold
Me I’m spiritual, I got that Holy Ghost
Thank you Jesus in advance for all my future blessings
I believe in miracles cos that’s our only hope
Meanwhile my brothers moving reckless
Doing Q and Z flips
But the crack that’s always in my lines will make ‘em overdose
I just write cos I ain’t ever tryna do a sentence
But they’re selling loads of dope and blow
I’m tryna hold my own
Since such a huge percentage
End up spending futures stressing
Is it safe to say we need some new perspective?
I think so
Hard feelings from you soft niggas
The plot thickens
Catch up, because the clock’s ticking
If you can’t see what I’m saying
Call the opticians
Me I got vision beyond tryna make a watch glisten
I’m just biding my time
Ain’t tryna clock figures
And as I’m driving at night
And doing long distance
My lonely routes are suspicious
I zone to music and listen
It’s so conducive to thinking amongst the whispers
I’m the ghetto Wilfred Owen
I’m the block’s Dickens
Writing
Bout how they cook rocks in hot kitchens
And how they slot clips in the Glocks
To cock smitherns at opps
They’re not missing a shot
It’s not wisdom
Believe me I speak the truth man
This is not fiction
God willing it stops
We’ve all lost victims to this odd system
I just had to take a drive in the rain
Before my overthinking drives me insane
I’m switching lanes like

[Chorus: Nneka]
Melodies from heaven
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Melodies from heaven
Rain down on me
Rain down on me

[Verse Two: Franklyn]
See me I’m tryna rhyme
I’m tryna push these raps
But some are on a violent grind
Tryna push them wraps
It gets messy in the bits, would you look at that
Emptying the clipse, like when pusha raps
We’re made to fly but they surprise our wings
And cumulatively, how much time have we spent in bing?
When I think about it, man my head just spins
Seems we don’t mind being in chains
So long as the pendant swings
And we get those rings
Living in relentless sin
But we just really need the peace that repentance brings
It’s all because they held us down and made us dwell in slums
And they pretend to help us now, but we ain’t felt the love
So little niggas grip a strap
With the shells and slugs
Villainous, they hit the strip with packs
And try and sell these drugs
And miss ‘em with the chat
You can’t tell ‘em nuttin
Bruddas who were never sick at maths
Are getting healthy sums
This is crazy
And there ain’t no ifs or maybes
Cos we’re talking kids and babies
Moving A Class just to whip Mercedes
And all these things have left me mad flustered and stressed
I stay at home, no you won’t catch me at your lackluster events
I just tell my little brothers
“Don’t you act up for your friends”
Cos I seen bruddas talk smack
And then get smacked up in the ends
They got Macs tucked and the skengs
If you got bad luck, then it’s death
Or you get whacked up, and then wrapped up
Better back up your threats
Don’t be balling out of your budget
Don’t get banged up for that Benz
Fam, it’s funny, cos this money
Just gets stacked up to get spent
And this trap stuff is a trend
Such exaggeration
Yeah, you’re tryna
But just practice patient
And this rap stuff is a mess
I see mad bluffs and pretense
But this song beef can’t feel right
When we lost people in real life
To the concrete and the steel knives
Yeah, that fills my mind on this still nights
And I’m still driving like

[Chorus: Nneka]
Melodies from heaven
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Melodies from heaven
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Take me in your arms and hold me close
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Fill me with your precious Holy Ghost
Rain down on me
Rain down on me