Gift of Apollo - Rooftop Apostle lyrics

(Gift of Apollo) I'm a rooftop apostle A parking garage priest I'm a new age prophet I'm a god of the streets And there's some heat behind My teeth that I gotta release So play the beat Cuz I don't play with what I eat It's Saturday night And I'm walking I cease talking Listen to the peace To find all my pieces Before I reach my coffin As often as I can I stand off in the distance Tuned into existence Just me and my footprints. It's A dark night and all the Good citizens are sitting in Getting busy, or Face-booking- Making sure they're fitting in So the streets are pretty thin As I walk into the darkness When all you've known is blackness You can't't forget what a spark is And then my target rises up Like the lights that mark it Six stories of brick so someone With a car can park it Architecturally, I guess This option isn't truly optimal But I don't have a vision For style, my mission's optical I see the top from the base, and I feel like I'm in a basin So much space and I can't wait to embrace it There's an elevator, but I'm on my way to the steps Who knew getting to heaven was supposed To leave a soul out of breath? I could swear I'm flying as I'm climbing to the roof Like most who seek divinity I'm in it for the truth And so I practice my religion As I pa** through that door Open outwards into nothing But the bricks of the floor Instant amazement, heart's pace Crazy as I stand on the pavement Witness to this ancient wavelength I gaze at the blazing stations breaking the Great blanket with light older than Most of the white nations I see the light of creation No more is the world white, black Or Asian No more hate, and We are all the human race, and Though this is written in pages It was always written out in space Where no one can erase it By the grace of fate, we're forced to face it A couple hours slowly pa**, and I'm still basking Still tapping into the universal Truth that continues blasting Faster than I can grasp it My form hewn from blackness I'm steeping in the heat from the Cosmological ashes. Each Glance past the moon Only shows what the past is In my head, I'm thinking what the pastor Said could never match this I can't lie So I guess it's time to pitch my mattress How could it be; that to see You have to be in pitch blackness? Madness. Yet this pen And pad record fact If I'm going overboard It's cuz the board I'm going over cracked My brain zapped by a billion Solar maximums I begin the relaxed walk back But the world's platinum Cuz every atom my eyes Have in em Is what happens when Stars cannibalize Their own flesh And so I'm laughing when I'm skipping down the steps To think that I had stress. Yes But I've been blessed, and That's yesterdays bad mess Suddenly, my life is utterly effortless I've tasted the fresh breath of the heavens And I'm higher than mount Everest I'm alive like the Severed head of a hydra Soul multiplied by the Piece of coal inside of Me that turned diamond The world is my bible I'm baptized by Simon Every rhyme I write is Daniel among lions Stars are my Zion The low are made high and I'm I am made into a deity Impossible. Yet my minds rocket Can't stop revealing these Incredible truths I've seen how heaven moves And seven times out of seven I bet you I'll never lose Sight. Cuz night is my tether To whatever else is Readily redefining My theory of what self is And what I've learned Is I'm omnipotently helpless I'm a speck reflective of what The whole cosmic web is If they can define a miracle as Water to wine, then I can take Existence and insist that it's divine