Graduated Groveport High, You can see me and my cohorts fly Social status, but a no sport guy See my family told me go for the sky, so So I went to State on a scholarship But I almost failed second quarter Learned bout my marijuana tolerance But somehow knew my steps was ordered Man that's a snapshot, snapshot Off the goal like a slapshot Alcohol in my bloodstream, in "Flight" looking for the blackbox Pyro looking for the matchbox, I'm going down in flames But if I'm gon, gon live, someone has to land this plane Plane, I was gone off that cush blend Holdin "Help Wanted" like a push pin Yeah I hear my momma prophesy Yeah I heard it, but aint buy it- Spotify My small eyes looking distant Man I kept that Love Below up in my discman Saw my first stripper for a crisp 10 Was 16, still rappin like a Christian No fairy tale, aint no Belle and Beast Aint no touched by an angel, no Della Reese But I got my happy ending, His grace drew me to repentance, now I'm rooted in redemption and it's PEACE Now the Lamb's glory is my theme, spit that pen of ready writer for the glory of the King My former life don't even parallel I was dead, and I didn't handle peril well Now I got this power in my body, and it not just super powers man its power over folly and its grace Ace Hood got them Bugattis, Migos got Versace, Lady Gaga paparazzi, but its fading When you see that sky split, fire in His eyes lit, laughing at your trinkets He gon snatch off them disguises Dead in Him gon rise and you saying "your Highness," bowed low to the floor, He rides in People say they sick of trap beats Man I was sick of having trapped feet Stuck in gunpowder call me black sheep Now I'm washed clean, find me at that track meet running Running running well at the races Race aint a race, we don't even know what race is Why the church so racist? Segregated Sundays still happen many places It don't matter what the color of my face is, color just another type of brother in the faith, kid Or a sister, Love gon help us fix it It's gon take some patience and some thick skin Yall be needing haters just to feel something, I'm staring at this crater trying to build something It's crazy, so is me forgiven Now everyday a mission Graduated Groveport High With the same college email Transformed, no more lies See that truth is in the details

Times...times are in His hands Time is in his plan, timing is His plan See he created time, time was his idea Light was the beginning, days turned into years Jaw dropping when you think, Think bout ink blotted man in a book, Book of life make you shrink- You can Drink from the fountain Or you sink, sink drowning in a lake full of fire You think power has a shape? Power is a song? What you call strong? Benching 500? I wonder what type of muscle it takes to bring up the sun before dawn, And synchronize your yawn, just so you can flaunt Ha, they be tryna make it small Tryna call it fake I be tryna laugh it off...aw Now I got abs, all creation talkin to you, you ain't gotta ask I been thinking all this time something's holding me back, Like something's in my way- But I can't see you I can't see you I been wasting all this time, But I know every breath is a gift So what do I have, how long do I have it? I'm tryna imagine...till it turns real You ain't tryna see me on this mic Nah bro really---really? Man these Christian rappers kill me We be thinking we SPITTIN- but that don't make a difference, quote a couple Bible verses they think you too religious We cornering the market, we in the corner fighting over rapzilla shine, And half our music garbage I'm saying sober up- we might as well edify Put your swag away, you only sold 2k Its embarrassing, politics and bickering Tryna breach mainstream crying for significance Might as well build appeal Spend your time writing lyrics, might as well make it real Community and grace, even vice versa Stead of fighting over scraps we can build the church up Hope I find some takers, We begin construction as soon as we can face it I been thinkin all this time, something still holding me back But I can't see it, I can't see you But when something gets in my way, I know that you got my back So all you have I can have it, feel I can grasp it and its feeling so real, yeah its feeling so real man its feeling so real, so real to me

Square Couldn't watch that movie, it was rated R Never heard that song, it was gospel in the car You had them baby J's, I was rockin sandals You watching Rap City, they done blocked the channel Everything around me had a Christian theme Wearing uniforms to school, so just one pair of jeans Reading comics, playing Sonic wearing glasses Back before the fashionable frames made of plastic Turtle power in my turtlenecks Right Hip hop music never heard of it Right All changed in that 6th grade life Puff Daddy was the first rapper that I liked Rocking Nike Cortezes think I'm cool But them high school years so cruel Now I wanted ladies, yeah I wanted ladies Told em told em I was born in the early 80s Lied about the year tho, how they gon hear tho I just came to public school bout a year ago Here go I made it up, confession bro I made it up gave em all these stories and they ate it up But they ain't know who Taelor was...I ain't know who Taelor was All these Relationships that I had built wasn't made of trust, knew I had to trade em up...I knew who the Savior was Just had to let Him see me...He saw I was made of dust I couldn't look you in the eye, cuz I got my head low Thought I wasn't living, thought that I was missing out So this for everybody tryna fit in...it's no wonder you don't fit in (fit in), now I be like We ain't squares no more (4x) If they see something different, you just tell em keep on watching- cuz they're the ones that's missing out So this started in Columbus, back in June 1984 My daddy my momma had a little baby boy They said I didn't cry, wish I knew what I was thinking Wish I knew what it was like for that second when it sink in That I'm here... Wish I knew it was rare to have both parents Most my friends ain't seen a healthy marriage But all these problems WE create It's self inflicted damage, so its like I can't relate I'm naturally skeptical, overthink my solutions You ain't selling me no dreams, I know it seems like I'm proving you right When you thinkin I'm self righteous in my music Me tryna explain just be sounding like some excuses for real But I be feeling disrespected Typecasted as sheltered, downplaying my perspective Like I should apologize for every good thing I've gotten Shallow end of regrets, cuz I ain't swimming in your drama And I know it's all grace But people stay jealous like I throw it in they face Like I can't just be glad that I ain't have to go through it But still know that it's real, take your stories and use it For reference and teach others that they can be different Tell em to be more than the next Robert Griffin And he could be cool, but my point is identity They say you ain't living life till you model the Kennedys Violence and scandal like some kinda validation Beef up our stories so they impressed with our salvation This is for everyone ever called a square Under pressure to use their testimony to compare I'm right there--right there with you Let's be brave enough Pride is the issue Lets just focus on the cross...we can't say it ain't enough, we won't say it ain't enough...look to Jesus Cuz He gave it up, homie look He gave it up...tried to take His life, they tried but He raised it up...this is resurrection, there isn't a greater Love...let's walk in that freedom freedom that He gave to us...

I hear him whisper, it's all to familiar All too chameleon how it blends in the picture Of sincerity and goodness while it tempts me to sip of its elixir of aromatic mixture Power of suggestion, doubt and fear induced Introduce the dynamic of a flesh and Spirit truce Senses come alive, now allowed to drive And choice becomes mirage- you take a dive Gettin on my flight, head low with my headphones on This attractive lady now sits on my right Now my wedding ring has this gleam that I ain't ever seen Her glance becomes a chance I can take or leave I can take my leave, from everything that I believe I can just be single for the night, maybe mingle for the flight...see where things lead You see where things lead... Seduction, intoxication-skews the view of the scenario See you can choose the outcome You can choose to pray or be prey for the falcon You should choose today Which one you will serve Witch hunts aren't the goal, look we all got our faces But one day we gon face Him In the case for our soul But He took on temptations, and took on what we couldn't We are not good, we're relying on His goodness Hook: I'm asking myself should I stay or should I leave But I know that if I stay I might let temptation get the best of me, temptation get the best of me You only live once is what they keep on telling me But by His strength I refuse to let temptation get the best of me, temptation get the best of me

Lambs Swear you seen us in the club Poppin Mollies Might have seen us at the polls Voting Romney See its so easy just to typecast us with the Westboro Baptists or the multicolored suits up in churches looking ratchet History will paint us as oppressors And I ain't tryna say we spotless, but most that bear the name is playing dress-up And we know...it's hard to find the real ones, but we here- we ain't happy with them hundred dollar bill ones They don't want us in the schools Unless its controversy, they don't want us on the news Watchin John Stewart- mocking all the ministers Marriages is so ravaged by the pornographic images And we fighting on our knees Fighting for your souls, All the grief from what we facing only God knows Got us all, bottles up... Got us gone Mazal tov Silencing them Lambs They be silencing them Lambs Silencer applied, right between the eyes- they ain't have a chance I don't know what you think Lets clear this up, I don't owe you an answer but we gon strip it down n I don't owe you no dances We getting real, you aint seen sacrifice till you snatched out your world on that red pill Snatched out your bed with an weapon at your head Your daughter crying in the next room in her crib Cuz aint no questions when they poppin, Its dead, dead bodies when you questioning they doctrine ain't no freedom of religion, nah you sitting in a cell Bleeding from your body, reminiscing when held your wife in your arms, told her you gon hold some meetings So you start it as a secret, and you found a few believers Now your house up in flames, everybody scattered But somehow you gotta peace almost like it don't matter Its open season, you the heathen that the mob's for That same faith you cried for, the one you die for Silencing them Lambs They be silencing them Lambs Silencer applied, right between the eyes- they ain't have a chance, they be silencing the lambs They don't care what we on Skeptical They don't care what we believe Respect it though Evangelicals are lumped in this group of low intelligence, fabricated fellowships, desperate relics scrambling for relevance So to pick us off is simple We care what ppl think so we tippy toe the fence tryn not to be judgmental Muffling our voices, Swear we way too boisterous, Causing too much trouble I'm just waiting till they hoist us On the same cross, we gon pay the same cost- suffer and we reign till we see the day star Swearing that it's worth it, but they ain't on they job less they working Curses up at God while they slandering the churches We ain't fighting flesh n blood But it's war We gon keep on preaching, while we caring for the poor We know someone want us off the planet We ain't taking it for granted, we getting stronger when you Silencer applied, right between the eyes But what's death to somebody who already know they died

Scars I'm leaving, gotta say peace It's almost too hard to release All the family I've built here...it cuts deep But remember that I'm leaving more than guilt here It's a complicated dance, and I'm two left shoes I was just in my black tie wit two step shoes Bracing for the backlash- take a deep breath I know in my heart I gotta take these steps They won't understand, I'm just have to take it Smile when I see em, I'm gon have to fake it Yeah it hurts when you leaving a church And you can't look back when you starting your search And I know it's not a building But the way ppl treat you, you get caught up in the feeling Picking up the pieces with the Scriptures Talkin with my real friends, who don't treat me like I'm different Those relationships came with some conditions On every week attendance and surface level friendships Truth is, you ain't wanna leave Your heart is torn up about it, you been tryna grieve Your wife lookin at you, you still tryna lead Comfort zone is gone, you just tryna breathe I'm talkin like its you, when really bro its me Been tryna work this out, it's hard for you to see All the bitterness I'm fighting, feel like I'm goin crazy Attacks on my mind, never knew I was this angry I know my best, best efforts were broken But I'm sick of people questioning my motives Told me buy in, I bought a hundred shares I pull out and now I get judgmental stares Yeah I see the snares, yeah I know I'm tripping But He catch me when I fall, like listen You just followed orders, now I'm ordering your footprints Imma grant you courage, trust me it's a good gift I saw all your efforts, you just keep praying Just keep Loving mercy, I'mma send you ravens I'm gon show you church, you gon see my Body Ain't nobody perfect, but I make em godly You can still Love em, even from a distance You wont lose nothing, my grace is sufficient I been tryna trust You I been tryna trust You So even if its just You Your grace is always been sufficient

Homiletic Im On my Bed of happiness Fell out the sky to a sea of tempurpedic mattresses Call that grace Grace that call with an answer Place that "Clause" with cupids, Comets, and some Prancers With your antlers so you fly, bring your presents to the rooftops Blast your message loud- like some pink n purple tube socks Oh I'm not clear- I'm so Huey like its Boondocks Color commentary like Rahim with his boom box Radio, I might not make the radio But my pretty lady still carrying my baby tho I may not ever see six figures But there's hundreds in my fold, for those afterlife expenses Everlasting riches- fire tests the real gold I couldn't pay the debt, there was ransom in his billfold Lowers my defenses, this is homiletic It's not apologetic, yet so apologetic The basis of this gospel of grace is Jesus saved us as Savior, disgracing satan with payment of blood of propitiation, so every nation can taste it His graciousness keeps on chasing us; chastening us I hasten for the hastening of The Day of the Lord's appearing; I'm peering inside the voice of God that I'm hearing inside like "That's amazing enough..." The race coming up has me lacing em' up I don't say that to convey that I rush I pace when I paint what I touch Taking my brush to thrust, in the Gospel... for the benefit of others To leave every canvas covered Because those words in red... They cover every color I'm an artisan for the art of Him Homiletics via artwork Don't get it twisted, it isn't our work The same power that makes the stars work Also makes these bars work God's word is the method God's word is the weapon It goes against my grain (migraine) in ways you won't find in Excedrin You won't find an exception... This vehicle for change contains horsepower you won't find in an Intrepid I'm progressing towards a wedding... by His grace I'll make the guest-list Matthew 7 keeps me sober as I move closer to my exit So whether song or sermon... Eternity's what I'm immersed in Cause tomorrow really is promised, though your location's not for certain The better location's not for purchase Nor is it for just "good persons" Repentance to Jesus yields replenishment in season And that's Real to believe in So Dear Captain America... when the Real God drops His hammer, your shield will be no defense And "iron sharpens iron" so it's irony to me to see that only the blood of the Son of Man can now sustain what iron can't So much for iron, man (Iron Man); don't let that stop your Marvel Worship's up in our arsenal Steady fire 'till Zion lands This is not your diaper dandies, best put on your man clothes Its not quite folklore, its like sermons with a banjo Is it me, seems my eyes a bit misty Felt like I got super powers when my momma used to kiss me As a boy, now I'm grown and its like everything's so jaded Feeling kinda Sappy singing never woulda made it Feeling kinda happy, when I think about His payment Was counting up my wages, I fell short up in my savings Think I'm lookin fresh, Liz be saying I'm too matchy Stay neutral, while this culture playing cowboys and apaches Full of brainiacs and scientific geniuses Who can't detect life hearing heartbeats from the fetuses PETA-ists give Labradors their health care And we think less of human beings living off of welfare I'm flabbergasted couldn't mask it if I tried Tried and true is my advocate, the master of the skies Seas and everything between Get butterflies to think this monarchy's supreme, with eternal God and King Just glad I had my peace to say Never catch me spending retail to cop some beats by Dre And I'm hearing just fine...just like the Father Though not just like the Father...or not just...like the Father I close these Ecclesiastes with conclusions of the matters Pray until you've prayed...give embraces to your pastors

There's beauty in sex, beauty in wine, beauty in holidays and quality time there's beauty in danger beauty in anger beauty in first exchange between strangers There's beauty and theology beauty in psychology beauty in design find it in apologies beauty in color beauty in surprise Beauty in the grimace of the 24th try Beauty in a jog a moss covered logs beauty in the fog like we can't see it all There's beauty in Satchmo, a Barcelona Castle beauty in classic cars, 4 axles Beauty in the owl, Duncans 6th foul Fresh Prince jokes and Russell Crowe scowls ...in the redwood, and campfires ...in my moms leading songs with the choir The underdogs rally, the Frasier finale Beauty when the moon hits an A8 Audi In different taste palates, aurora borealis When Bob Ross first discovered his talents Love those strings, must be The Lord Who gave us the Chris Nolan Batman score It's beauty in it ALLL Imma just stay in awe And the mostest beautiful thing Is the lady that shares my wedding ring Every time I see her Skin like French vanilla creamer Or hazelnut...maybe just hazel On my best behavior..best behavior She my Calvinist Corinne Bailey Rae Can't wait to see lil baby Gray That's beauty...yeah that's beauty

Man I'm chillin on this joint Can't explain it, can't explain this feeling in my heart And I don't let emotion and devotion share the same glass- but I can't see the sun lookin through the stain glass See me sippin new wine, and I'm lit You thinkin I been drinking lemme tell you bout this gift Now I'm preaching now I'm sheepish when you looking at me strange I can't help it homie I ain't been the same Since I met Him on the edge, catching vertigo Now my vantage point staying vertical, my affection vertical I don't really understand the least But the deeper I be goin, just need a couple peeks Just need it like a Phoenix flying headed to its home It's comfort when I know you never leaving me alone I'm finding fascination ain't a chore While im seeking-You can catch me waiting on The Lord... Please don't think I'm weird when I say this Swear it's man i swear like I'm goin super saiyan Anime, animated lookin for my Savior All these clouds where we at, while you staying Man I'm lookin for the Son Yeah I'm looking for the Son Find me lookin for the Son Yeah I'm autotunin on this verse You can find me talkin to the Ruler of this earth...yeah I know Yeah I know I'm human, everyday I prove it...its something superhuman bout this work So I surf...waverunning on this verse You can catch it ain't no feelin like His presence you can't match it you can't find this satisfaction When you takin all that liquor to the head Tryna get the all the baddest ladies in your bed Trust me homie, you can't see they lying to you You can't see they tryna fool you, they don't want you seeing freedom they gon keep on trying voodoo But you can leave that Mardi Gras, deuces to them Barbie dolls Once you see the sun, ain't no carpe diem It's red letter, go to sleep Till He wake you up, He be countin sheep Now the sun risin over the horizon good morning to forever- gone like

Ambiguous Whaddup Hip hop, my favorite subculture Where they smoke Cush, get hooks from frank ocean Rock a Raider's starter and forever change Oakland Every 5 years, revisit whose the dopest Gotta few of our kind that's knocking Tryna get an audience with the artists in the top ten Tryna get an audience different from the norm Finding that the ambiance is strippers n a Porsche Ain't tryna raise the standard, aint tryna change the standard They making sure the Truth stays the standard Musically we done lessened the disparity Now we hoping that you hear our messages with clarity Tryna build real relationships on the surface But best believe that we looking for conversions That Don't mean it ain't genuine We aint bait n switchin we just staying on mission Hook: It's more to this heat It's a drought out here and they parched, Yeah I gotta couple pails of water but it's dark Who gon cut the lights on, Who gon light the path? If we stay up in the shadows when they parched...they gon go thirsty Have mercy- Gotta get it when it's day We gon need that sunshine Lets tell em why we here, time to make it clear This the postmodern age of non confrontation Passive aggressive eggshell conversation Easily offended, we rather stay PC We rather being quiet then coming off preachy Wait...y'all remember Paul's words to Timothy Preach and exhort as vital to the ministry We mis-quote St Francis of Assisi And run the risk of Christians being branded as some sissies When historically it's boldness that defines us The Holy Spirit's work, He gives us words when the time comes To share, to preach, to teach, declare We all been equipped, there's grace when we scared We don't really like the term holiness Seem like the new evangelism is to coexist God forbid. This ain't life from a test tube It's radical depravity, and man we got the best news He said its one God, many different paths I said there's only one God, many different drafts He took out a cigarette, he took a little drag Said that's some real ish bro, I ain't even mad So I chilled, yeah I chilled I ain't get up in His face But I wondered if he caught that I was tryna show some grace Like bro we not the same, dap me up n think it's cool My heart is broken for you, man if you only know I been tripping in my mind like, have I really showed The difference- Love, joy, peace n self control? I ain't tell him bout my church, man we ain't read no verses I just hope he saw a sinner, stead of a religious person I'm just tryna put a stone in his shoe Waking up his conscience to think about what's true Versus what's a lie, clearly examine Just hope the seed planted turns back the famine

I see you in church I see you in church I see you in church You look good on Sunday I know that there's more than what we see on Sunday, We can honestly say, that there's more There's more for you Lord I be singing...choir for my church Choir for my school, I wish choir was my work All my friends got groups, I sing backup when they need me Then I'm back up in the praise team Sunday you can see me I know all the songs, all the keys Solos they be callin me James Fortune, Ricky Dillard Nothing is to hard for me I'm gon play, playin church is all I know All i know is playing church, church lets put on a show And I'm turned turned up gon wit my dance moves I call that my praise break You don't know what I'm goin through Need that affirmation, that affirmation tryna find it Its a tragic story homie you hear them violins I'm callin fire from heaven, can't you see it? Seeing is believing that's the reason I be preaching Preaching Signs, and them miracles, them wonders Spiritual my language...say I been torn asunder I seen The Lord in Singapore Speak a blessing, leave em poor Thinking they ain't got enough faith Preach a Word you need a genie for You just get three wishes You just get three Scriptures My accountability low, we don't need three witness Man I'm gone, blessed and highly favored Gotta get this money man I better hide the Savior So I tell em do what passa say What massa say, massa say Cuz if they see the Word, they see it's all gon pass away I am not a Calvinist- I'm a Christian Hold the doctrines of grace and God's sovereign decision Let's keep the right identity It's never been a remedy to put personal emphasis in the place of supremacy Ohhhh...we turn to stalkers Exalting authors above the Author and Perfecter, turn to scoffers To those who ain't scholars--ain't up on their Puritans When we really should check our hearts against our assurances Don't mind me I'm just tryna hide my pious-ness It's way too easy to get caught up in my biases I know man it's so real so I'm fighting every day Let Christ hold all my righteousness and let this flesh decay

I'm at a loss for words, but I'm sure I'll find some... Rummage through these thoughts, Digging up salt, I can smell the wounds- I can tell its dark, cuz I can feel the apathy of a people torn apart Listen to the meadowlark, but the song kinda sad, the kids need a better park Cuz them shots rang, now it's blood stained, another tombstone In a place where fairy tales are two parent homes And the street lights make all the little kids roam Till they've grown to a social workers problem Fathers been gone ever since they been a toddler Up in group home till momma kick her habit It doesn't help the schools are academically ravaged A neighborhood is rib shacks and check cashers Grocery store has bruised grapes and browned over cabbage Don't understand wealth cuz they don't have it Medicate kids till they turn addicts Keep a Planned parenthood posted Like a symbol for why the families are broken The legacy of Margaret Sanger Murder black babies, where's the anger? Ain't tryna hear Jesse, or the black caucus I don't wanna hear Sharpton, we need to be sharpened And we be tryna deify Obama He's got a huge part to play with in this whole saga Abortion is genocide of Biblical proportions And hip hop music's a napalm bomb Im just stating the obvious 106 and park's got kids in the audience Teaching the young girls on how to be a diva Twerkin like their favorite RnB singer Fellas tryna die for that cash Break hearts first, keep commitments last A kid with a hoodie got popped by a cat on neighborhood watch And it's on, we on that racial profiling Hard pill to swallow watching Bill O' Reilly Someone took away our dream When streets in the hood is named for Dr. King If I don't care, is this the coldest I can get? The suns out, what's the polar opposite Its on display like its own art gallery Sad thing is its reality, and I'm like- Where's truth on the inward? Have we been too lax with the n word? Waste...like Plaxico gun Im gon give the saxophone some

He Setting up shop in the highest place Circle of earth, watching Adam find a hiding place Indescribable creatures in rotation round the throne Temple filled by His robe When He speaks the world is Woe to those who reap the whirlwind When it's time to judge, you gon see world end Just ruler, total sovereign knowledge Turn to powder every mocker, every false goddess This like Achilles in Troy, laughing at your forces Silly trustin in a milly, he's laughin at your forbes list The all merciful, powerful Creator Ain't subject to opinion, or these blogs or debaters Check the Spirit breathed literature Spirit-led ministers...homie they gon tell you He ain't miniature Tell you He ain't far, omniscient ever present Lord I hope you don't meet Him on the threshing floor He sees detail, infinite attention span Immortal, all wise- but came as a defenseless lamb And He gon vindicate His people Ironic how the Lamb becomes shepherd of the sheepfold Iconic how He's always self sustaining, self sufficient, Self existent, His God-hood self explaining No mythology, no Iliads from Homer He really is the Bridegroom, we're really just a Gomer Check Hosea if you don't quite catch the reference Let's maximize the moment to usher in His presence You'll never see His glory diminishing Ayyo Skye, go head finish it

In the moonlight, seems like You keep me under lock and key--locked away Nowhere to hide, but find me dancing in the dungeon---I find release Lofty Idle with my idols, shift to Ryan Gosling Drive...moxy- this Holy Spirit proxy Communicates my next move Every step is graceful, shades of Bing Crosby I be staring at these bars Prisoner of listeners Hoping they be caring bout these bars Thus begins my sentence Thus begins my sentence, saith God, in old English verb tenses I hope you're catching it, my rhymes should come with a catchers mitt But it's rarely at a faster pitch More like capernick just outside the pocket It's gain either way, look I'm game either way They say art imitates life but I'm feelin we be wanting the reverse Searching for answers or a canvas we can penetrate like I'm defined by my verse or we defined by our works Like we can trust it... Muskets stuffed with gunpowder, just to make us louder- really we just cowards Really we just clouded See the daylight, but we late night Jimmy Fallon sittin on that lonely island Please like my status, please like my magic...I'm wearing all these hats just to pull you out these rabbits Applaud...a fraud. You can see the farce But I'm with Paul n Silas cuz I'll stay behind these bars

Y'all ain't tryna slapbox with bars, Feathers getting ruffled Hope your beats match your bars, Sonic and Knuckles You want transparent, look I'mma give you see through I done got some Christian rap albums I should skeet shoot But these Christians tryna to rap is so sensitive Tell em get better, and they pout it's so ridiculous Yall makin music just to keep the kids hyper Imma writer, poet with a touch of Norman Geisler But I started from the bottom, find me workin on my craft BJ made me freestyle, I always went last I was 15 when they told me I was weak Kam, Chris, Bird caught me rappin off beat Motivation jump started me, rap became a part of me-parallel the fact the Word of God added sharpening Hold up Hold up Now I'm just cooling-this is recreation All them blood sweat and tears done turned to second nature Now it's automatic, stead of dogmatic- this ain't no game of thrones, y'all pretty boys can have it I'm tryna find a witness Casting lines for the fishes For the rappers still convinced that our God is monolithic Not evangelistic, I think music is a bridge Just my opinion y'all can leave it where it is I been spending time studying the art form Its like we forgot why we even use the arts for All this competition, compromises product Up in Sears tryna find your size in Prada Consciences is seared call me McAfee, the virus is in apathy half our innovation's from the Japanese It's like we got some second hand swag-but God bless America's merchandising flag Yeah they got me too, tryna fight against the system If I'm dissin, I ain't distant, I been way too superficial Tryna be a Christian while I'm battling my vanity Try not to buy kicks, so I can give financially Yeah I hear the Spirit but my nature so bossy I ain't read Radical, I know what it's gon cost me Hold up Hold up Hold up Yeah that's the ugly, you can take it with the pretty Or just judge me, you can miss me with your immature committees You can find me snickering, chewing on some licorice I'm so cool they put my lyrics on they Pinterest There I go, nah y'all ain't praying for me A former legalist, in need of grace to help support me Still, if I'm listening to secular I'm studying Ain't lookin for no artists I can get all buddy-buddy with They tryna get your worldview slanted I know I keep ranting, but the consequence is rampant Can't believe they market these fiascos It's like they want you see, just so you keep your eyes closed I'm reading Tennyson, while I'm eating venison This worlds full of Jacobs, all bout they Benjamin's If you aint catch it, homie I'm just venting Clearing out the air ducts, firming up conviction Hope it's like Vicks on your chest When it's all over find me taking deep breaths...

I wonder if you'll hear this a Wonder Woman fearless, wonderful appearance But I remember looking in your cold eyes I'm just trying pick the knots of these soul ties Just tryna pick the locks of the trap door I'm trapped more by the memories- why I bring em back for Tryna find my words, I knew this was over 'for it started See I was full of scarlet...no I won't call you Scarlett Cuz black widows leave you dead n while they walk through your blood like red carpet, broken hearted starlets All those plane tickets and promise rings, when we ain't know what promise means Tried to push it but the Spirit said otherwise, I just shrugged it off as butterflies Remember leaving you that voicemail saying I was engaged- knew that was the last one Tried to pull a fast one...I regret it everyday I just hoping you forgive me Back from summer camp on some God saved me Like look what God gave me, new life so let me just cook it up in pies and throw it in they faces I'm clowning on my high horse- judgmental statements Almost like my newfound life had bearing on performance Like it gives me rights to be everyone's concordance Ego was enormous But I thought that I was helping All them Scriptures verses came with motives that were selfish And I'm just now confessing...in a song no less Just now addressing this I caused a rift Between friends...old and new. Its me telling you that I'm an older new...looking with a sober view Really I'm no better, Wish I had discipleship, I killed you with the letter Self righteousness had my chest puffed Just a rook in my chess club, got my flesh smug So thanks to those who long suffered I can say we all suffered And I'm so sorry Man...Why you so difficult See you witchur fishing pole, so what you fishing for Everything good, why you asking questions Leave well enough alone, focus on the blessings Your opinions cause rebellion and division Why you online blasting, we already know we sinners What's the point of all those Paul Washer clips and prayer services You need to humble down, focus on the good I'm sorry I agree, but you know how zealous I am Feel like God told me tell em how jealous I am I'm really trying to bring the balance to all my convictions My hands to the plow, I'm treating all my blisters With that balm of Gilead we both know The boldness that we claim to have we really don't show I never meant to be the bad news bearer Just tryna elevate the good news in this bad news era ...hope you see my efforts