Lyrics
Rides, we're carvin' to the coast locale
Priest by my side, blessin' every mile
West Supermare, our sanctuary scene
Hooded figures in the van, we're living this dream
Holy man and I, we spit divine plans
From the pulpit to the caravan, across the sands
God's mission on the road, no confessional booth
We're sharing sacred verses, uncovering truth
Metal steeds rollin' deep through the Western tides
My lyrics be the sermon, in this priest I confide
Steeple shadows cast, we pioneers of rhyme
Gospels in the speakers, we’re transcending time
Through the heart of towns, prophetic sounds we bring
With the padre in the passenger, we let freedom sing
[Chorus]
Amen to the journey, blessed on this route
In the caravan to Weston, faith’s what we tout
Our creed in the cadence, as the wheels spin ‘round
Holy verses, heavy bass, in harmony we’re bound
Haloed streetlights flicker, past the midnight hour
Weaving past the seafront, in this sacred power
Between the chapels and the DJ decks
We blend benedictions with the vinyl specs
Rollin' with a padre, holy convoy vibe
In a spiritual cypher, where our souls collide
In Weston's glow, we testify with beats
As the congregation moves, in the moving seats
[Chorus]
Amen to the highway, spirits in the bass
Caravan to Weston, we're graced with grace
Vespers in motion, we glide on these wheels
Rap and the rosary, it's surreal but it heals
Streetlight prayers, mixing faith with the flow
Our mobile temple where the neon signs glow
Holy verses drop, mix with steel-string strums
In this caravan mass, hear the beat of the drums
Father lays a blessing, hands upon the dash
We're rollin' to redemption, with a spiritual flash
[Chorus]
Hallelujah to the rhythm, drivin' through the night
Weston's sanctuary calls, in the dawning light
In the rearview (rearview), reflections of a life
A holy mission intertwined with urban strife
We roll on (roll on), to the coast, we take this rave
Passing sermons that the padre gave
[Verse 2]
A convoy of faith through the cityscape
Breaking bread on wheels, no church, no cape
The dashboard's our altar, the heart's our church
With every mile we travel, new horizons we search
[Chorus]
Join the caravan, in beats we trust
To Western Supermare, all aboard this holy bus
Miracles in the meter, stories untold
In the rhythm and the rhyme, our spirits unfold
God’s navigator, with the cross on his neck
Heading to Weston, on this spiritual trek
We cruise (we cruise), with faith our fuel, revvin' with grace
Past Chapels and clubs, it’s the same sacred space
With the padre at my side, it's a righteous ride
Holy hymns and hip-hop, they coincide
[Chorus]
Pass the mic, not the collection plate
In this mobile ministry, we resonate
