Track Bio

“Loving You (A Husband’s Plea)” opens Bishop Crooks AI’ three-track EP Jezebel: The Series, released on April 23, 2026. All lyrics were written and its production was designed by Nathan Jamaiah Francis. Rooted in a genuine lived experience, the song introduces the couple followed throughout the EP through a partner’s attempt to reconcile enduring love with the emotional damage occurring within the relationship.

The first verse establishes that the narrator does not regard the affection he received as entirely false. His difficulty lies in experiencing that love alongside behavior that undermines it. This makes the plea more conflicted than a straightforward rejection: he continues to recognize qualities he values while struggling with what the relationship is doing to him.

Angels, demons, heaven, and darkness provide the song’s emotional vocabulary. These images dramatize the narrator’s understanding of the conflict between the person he loves and the patterns he sees harming their connection. His desire to stand as a “soldier” expresses devotion, but it also introduces the exhausting role of trying to fight a battle another person must participate in resolving.

The chorus concentrates that dilemma. He is willing to support her, yet feels that his willingness cannot produce change by itself. The repeated acknowledgment that her love feels real preserves the attachment that makes leaving or setting limits difficult.

The second verse moves toward recognizing a boundary. The narrator distinguishes compassion for someone’s past from accepting the continuing consequences of their choices. His reference to death is explicitly explained as an erosion of spirit: he fears losing himself while trying to preserve the relationship.

The unfinished outro leaves the plea suspended at the point where her participation becomes necessary. It cannot supply the response he needs.

Francis has described the EP as painful to write but something he felt compelled to express. As its opening chapter, “Loving You” establishes the emotional investment behind the later tragedy and confrontation: the narrator’s hurt develops within a love he has not simply stopped feeling.

Lyrics: Loving You (A Husband's Plea)

[Verse 1]

Was it instinct, had an inkling from the very beginning

Through the haze of that shock, from the pain I was witnessing

See, your love felt real, I ain't never question that

But it’s something in your spirit, like a war where you at

You was heaven in my arms, like you came from above

But there's demon in your soul that's presenting as lust

I tried to reach you with truth, never judging your scars

But you deny what’s inside you, now it’s breaking my heart

I see perfection in you, girl, you more than enough

But you addicted to that demon, and it's killing our love

And I ain't mad, I just hurt, ‘cause I know what you be

It’s like you fighting your reflection, scared of what you could be

I tried to stand as your soldier, help you carry that pain

But you protectin’ that darkness like it part of your name

Now I’m stuck in the middle, love and loss intertwined

Tryna save you from yourself while I’m losing my mind

[Chorus]

And it’s me against the world… when I’m loving you

‘Cause your heart so pure, but that pain so true

I see angels in your soul, I see demons too

And I’d fight ‘em all for you… but you don’t want me to

Said your love feel real, I can’t call it a lie

But that shadow in your heart got you living disguised

I would die for your peace, I would ride for your truth

But you holding onto pain like it’s all that you knew

[Verse 2]

Reminiscing on the times when your love felt safe

Now I’m standing here in silence, tryna read your face

I ain’t cold, I'm just guarded, and you're seeing it clear

But your demons got you chained, you don’t let me near

You deny it when I ask, say it’s all in my head

But your actions tell a story that your words never said

And it kills me ‘cause I know you ain’t fake, you just lost

In a battle with yourself, and it’s coming at a cost

I don’t blame you for your past, I know pain run deep

But at some point you gotta face what you choose to keep

And I'm still ready for forever, with a plan in my chest

But I’m questioning if loving you gon’ lead to my death

Not my body, but my spirit, feel it breaking apart

Every time you choose that demon over healing your heart

And I still see your greatness, yeah that never changed

But I can’t keep fighting shadows while you feed the pain

[Chorus]

And it’s me against the world… when I’m loving you

‘Cause your heart so pure, but that pain so true

I see angels in your soul, I see demons too

And I’d fight ‘em all for you… but you don’t want me to

Said your love feel real, I can’t call it a lie

But that shadow in your heart got you living disguised

I would die for your peace, I would ride for your truth

But you holding onto pain like it’s all that you knew

[Bridge]

I try to give you heaven, you keep dancing with hell

Tried to show you your reflection, but your trapped in yourself

And I ain't leave ‘cause I love you, but I'm need of my breath

‘Cause loving you is life… but now it's feeling like death

[Outro]

And now I'll I pray for your soul, and hope you find your release

Hope you face what’s inside you and we can finally find peace

‘Cause you perfect, don’t you ever let that truth get away

But until you fight your demons… 

Track Bio

“Jezebel” is the central track on Bishop Crooks AI’ EP Jezebel: The Series, released on April 23, 2026. All lyrics were written and its production was designed by Nathan Jamaiah Francis. Continuing with the couple introduced in “Loving You (A Husband’s Plea),” the song expands the relationship’s conflict into a tragic exploration of how destructive choices can affect both the person making them and those who love them.

Francis describes the track as an examination of possible consequences. Its fatal events belong to the song’s dramatized narrative and should not be read as a literal account of what happened to the real people behind the opening song.

The first verse establishes a recurring pursuit of approval through attention, messages, and new encounters. Changes in faces and circumstances fail to interrupt the behavior. The repeated language of a spirit or demon gives that repetition a religious form, expressing how the pattern appears to acquire power over the character’s choices.

The second verse places the consequences within friendship and marriage. Relationships diminish, attempts to begin again reproduce earlier problems, and the husband’s efforts to discuss what he observes are met with denial. His eventual suicide is the narrative’s most severe tragedy, presenting the depth of his collapse within the story. The compressed account is not a complete explanation of suicide in general or a basis for treating one person’s behavior as its sole cause.

The third verse moves into a religious setting, where outward participation in faith coexists with the continuation of the same pattern. The song questions whether a change of environment can produce meaningful change without honesty and accountability.

Its portrayal of HIV and death belongs to this tragic construction. The illness imagery should not be understood as a medical claim that HIV inevitably leads to death or as proof of moral wrongdoing.

The chorus contrasts with the introduction’s acknowledgment that the woman’s story began before the label attached to her. That tension gives the song its difficult emotional position: it seeks accountability through a severe cautionary narrative while recognizing a history beneath the behavior.

Within the EP, “Jezebel” magnifies the fears present in “Loving You.” It turns an intimate plea into an imagined account of what continued harm might destroy.

Lyrics: Jezebel

[Intro]

[Clean arpeggiated electric guitar with chorus effect]

(Hmm-mm)

[808 bass and trap drums enter]

This ain't just a story.

It's a reflection of choices, consequences and quiet confessions. 

See sometimes the battle ain't with the world, it's what lives inside you, what you keep feeding. 

This one right here about a woman, beautiful, loved, but fighting something deeper. 

A demon that wouldn't rest and a woman that was left to run wild. 

And every time she tried to outrun it, it pulled her back in. 

They called her Jezebel, but that ain't where it started, and it damn sure ain't where it ends. 

Listen close.

[Verse 1]

[Male Rap Vocals]

She haunted by a spirit called lust in disguise, whispering temptation every time she opened her eyes. 

Young and impressionable, drawn to older men, searching for approval falling time and again. 

Fast life habits, she never learned to refrain, flirting through the screen, Instagram playing the game. 

Late night DMs, strangers she'd entertain, different faces, different names, but the spirit's the same. 

Downloaded apps, swiping hearts like a sport, every match feel empowered but it leave her feeling short. 

Every heart she touched, turned to doubt and debate, it seems suspicion of betrayal is always sealed in her fate. 

Incense and truth came to the light she couldn't cover the stain, all the lies intertwined, stained with lust and the shame. 

Every bridge she burned echoed loud in her brain, and now she caught in a cycle of destruction and pain.

[Chorus]

Jezebel,

Look what you've became. Chasing every high now you're drowning in pain.

Jezebel,

Heart turned to stone. Surrounded by a crowd but you're dying all alone. 

Jezebel, 

Mirrors never lie. 

All the love you threw away now is passing you by. (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]

[Female R&B Rap Vocals]

Now the circle got smaller, ain't nobody around. 

Every friend that she had slowly faded out of town. 

They was tired of the lies, tired of shifting the blame. 

Every bridge she would cross, she would set it in flames. 

So she ran from her past, tried to start up anew. 

Different city, new faces, but the demon still grew. 

Met a man with a heart, saw a future so clear. 

He gave her his last name thinking love was there. 

But the habits stayed alive, now they out in the open. 

Flirting right in his face like his heart wasn't broken. 

Every signal, every glance cut him deep like a blade. 

Turned a promise of forever to a cruel masquerade. 

He would question her ways but she would twist up the truth.

Say it's all in your mind, playing victim for proof. 

Gaslighting his pain made him doubt what he see, till he lost who he was trying to make her believe. 

Now he drowning inside, every day feel the strain. 

All the love that he gave turned to nothing but pain. 

Shame and silence consumed him, couldn't take it again. 

So he chose his escape, took his life in the end.

[Chorus]

Jezebel,

Look what you've become. Chasing every high now you're drowning in pain.

Jezebel,

Heart turned to stone. Surrounded by a crowd but you're dying all alone. 

Jezebel, 

Mirrors never lie. 

All the love you threw away now is passing you by. (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]

[male rap vocals]

Now she run to the altar try and cleanse her soul, 

Bible study nights hoping God will make her whole. 

Hands lifted in prayer but her spirit still torn, 

Same whisper of lust in the faith she adorned. 

Met a man in the pew while she still had her home, 

Her eyes locked mid-sermon, now she feeling it strong. 

Countless blessings she was given while the preacher would speak, 

Temptation is silent but it's loud every week. 

Fortnightly study group, scriptures opened up wide, 

But her mind on this brother, not the words they reside.

Signals out in the open, no respect for the vow. 

In the house of the Lord still she breaking it down, He answered her call.

[Female Vocals]

Both playing the part in the shadow of faith, Still deceiving the heart.

what was meant to be sacred turned to sin once again, Consequences was waiting at the edge of the end.

That physician's cold truth settled deep in her chest, HIV in her blood, now she facing her death.

Time passed slow as the sickness took hold. Turned her strength into weakness, left her shivering cold.

No one left at her side, every bridge turned to dust. All alone with the echoes of a life built on lust.

Till she faded away, every breath full of strain, And now shes died in that cycle of destruction and pain.

[Chorus]

Jezebel,

Look what you've become. Chasing every high now you're drowning in pain.

Jezebel,

Heart turned to stone. Surrounded by a crowd but you're dying all alone. 

Jezebel, 

Mirrors never lie. 

All the love you threw away now is passing you by. (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]

[Male Spoken Word]

To all my sisters hearing this, listen close. 

[Female Spoken Word]

Ain't no judgment in these words but they may cause pain. 

Every choice got a cost, every action a chain. 

What feel good for a moment can echo for years. 

Turn smiles into sorrow, turn laughter to tears.

Lust don't love you back, it just borrow your soul. 

Leave you empty and broken once it's taken its toll. 

Accountability matters, face the truth when it's there. 

Don't run from your reflection, don't pretend not to care. 

'Cause the damage don't vanish, it just wait in the dark. 

Till it rise up again and start tearing apart.

[Music fades out with guitar arpeggio]

Feel this, Feel this.

Track Bio

“Oh Really (Karma Manifested)” closes Bishop Crooks AI’ three-track EP Jezebel: The Series, released on April 23, 2026. All lyrics were written and its production was designed by Nathan Jamaiah Francis. Following the same central couple introduced in “Loving You (A Husband’s Plead)” and explored through the tragedy of “Jezebel,” the song examines what happens when previously dismissed behavior is reflected back toward the person responsible for it.

Francis describes its central idea as “karma manifested”: actions returning in a form that makes their emotional consequences difficult to ignore. His explanation that “some reflections can do you better than you” captures the reversal at the heart of the track. Someone who has minimized another person’s discomfort encounters a familiar pattern from the receiving end.

The opening begins with a conversation whose impact survives sleep. The narrator wakes still shocked and angry, suggesting that the exchange has remained unresolved even while the world has continued around him. A “thunderclap trapped in glass” gives that lingering disbelief a physical form: the initial shock continues to reverberate inside something already under strain.

Navigation and reflection provide the verse’s recurring imagery. A wandering lighthouse, constellations, a bent compass, mirrors, and a prism describe the narrator’s attempts to make sense of observed behavior while explanations redirect responsibility toward him. “I tried to fold facts into halves that would fit” expresses the cost of attempting to reconcile what happened with an account that does not accommodate it.

The reversal arrives through another woman who reproduces the behavior being discussed. A “mirror with memory” and a “script with a spine” give the returning pattern an almost independent presence. The person who previously called the behavior “nothing” now experiences its weight. The song locates its confrontation in that difference between dismissing an action and feeling its consequences.

The lines “Funny… you propped up often, a like a regular channel / All Nat-handle with angles—yeah, you know, that ‘Nathaniel’” introduce a connection to “Why You Move Like That?” on The Burden of Light. Francis identifies Nathaniel as one of the recurring lust interests associated with the body-language pattern later explored in that song.

“A regular channel” suggests attention repeatedly tuning toward the same person. “Nat-handle” plays with the sound of the name, while “angles” links the surrounding language of channels and frames to posture and physical orientation. Looks, turns, and changes in position become part of how attention is communicated. “Why You Move Like That?” subsequently develops this compressed reference into a fuller scene centered on the contradiction between spoken reassurance and visible behavior.

The hook turns “Oh really” into an expression of disbelief at explanations that leave the underlying issue untouched. Images of rocking boats, obscured exits, smoke, and misted mirrors continue the struggle over what can be clearly acknowledged. The narrator’s repeated questions seek recognition of something he has already experienced.

The spoken outro gradually changes that objective. The distinction between giving someone “the benefit of the doubt” and “living in it” marks a limit to continued uncertainty. “Peace don’t argue… it just leaves” expresses the narrator’s wish to stop making his ability to move forward dependent on another person’s admission.

Within the EP, the song offers another perspective on the couple’s conflict rather than a literal continuation after the deaths imagined in “Jezebel.” It completes a movement from the vulnerability of pleading, through a tragic exploration of consequences, toward recognition and reflected accountability.

Francis has described writing the EP as painful but necessary. The closing statement, “I wasn’t hard to understand… I was just inconvenient to ignore,” brings that need for expression into focus: the narrator leaves insisting that his experience deserved acknowledgment before its consequences had to be demonstrated in return.

Lyrics: Oh Really (Karma Manifested)

[Opening]

Have you ever had a conversation that shocked you then fell asleep,

to wake up still shocked, pissed off in disbelief?

Like a thunderclap trapped in glass on your chest,

Whist the echoes kept etching every crack you suppress

[Verse 1]

You said “it’s nothing,” but nothing don’t hiss,

like a snake in the grass when it tightens its twist.

Your gaze was a lighthouse that wandered at sea,

beams brushing past me, then docking on he.

I’m mapping the patterns constellations of cues,

while you paint over stars with convenient “it’s yous.”

You can call me “insecure,” but I’m reading the room,

where the truth wears a veil and the lies wear perfume.

I’m the mirror you smudge when reflection gets loud,

The compass you bend to try to circle a cloud.

I swallowed my instincts, held my tongue through the pain,

let your narrative narrate but nothing never was gained.

Conversing felt controversial, it seems you think this a game

Is this regret, is it shame, or lucky dip for the blame

I tried to fold facts into halves that would fit,

but the seams kept screaming every time that I split.

And karma came tailored like that suit that I wore,

stitch for stitch, every thread from the war.

A mirror with memory, a script with a spine,

she recited your rhythm, every cadence was mine.

Now your pulse do percussion when her presence appear,

like a bassline of doubt that you can suddenly hear.

You say “thar it’s nothing,” it seems that nothing got weight,

when it presses your chest like a hand made of fate.

See, I studied the language how glances can gamble,

how a look turns a lock into something you handle.

Funny… you propped up often, a like a regular channel,

all Nat-handle with angles, yeah, you know, that “Nath-aniel.” 

Every frame you denied now reframed in your sight,

like a thief in the day now confessing at night.

I ain’t naming no names, I just paint what it felt,

how a spark in your stare made a fuse of itself.

Now the script’s doing circles, recursion of scenes,

where the truth breaks the surface through cracks in between.

I was bending like light through a prism you spun,

now the colors come back and expose what was done.

No revenge in my rhythm, just balance in hand,

closing loops you kept open, completing the span.

So when echoes get honest and silence expand,

I hope you don't miss the opportunity to understand.

[Hook]

Oh really… so I’m seasick from truth, or you rockin’ the boat?

While you anchor your answers, let the honesty float?

Oh really… I’m lost in a maze that you made with your words?

Where the walls whisper lies and the exits get blurred?

Oh really… I’m the flame, but you playin’ with smoke?

Turn a spark into fog just to hide what you broke?

Oh really… oh really…

I’m a mirror you mist with a breath full of doubt

when I wipe it all clear, it’s your truth lookin’ out.

[Outro Spoken word]

Yeah…

It’s funny how clarity shows up late, right?

Like… right when you stop asking for it.

I used to think love meant giving the benefit of the doubt,

Now I know it shouldn’t mean living in it.

You called it overthinking…

I called it paying attention.

You called it nothing…

But nothing don’t echo like that.

And I ain’t even mad,

Just impressed, honestly.

The way you made me question what I knew…

That was art.

Tragic… but still art.

But see, the difference now?

I don’t need to prove what I felt.

Peace don’t argue… it just leaves.

So if you ever sit back and replay all this,

Just know…

I wasn’t hard to understand…

I was just inconvenient to ignore.