Make A Cross

What can I write what hasn't already been written?

I see a million rappers but what lines are you spittin?

The formulaic approach is dying as it's already been given.

Billions of souls are trapped but how many are aware?

Shake my head at that Hellfire club t-shirt you wear.

Make a cross with my fingers as the Holy Spirit lingers,

Don't cover up one of my eyes, ah, those programmed singers.