I'm calling all you hatas and fakers and you players
the ones that swear they balling but aint cashing no paper.
You selling me a lifestyle, or something like a hype dream
I speak truth to the youth, I'm teachin e'm what life means
and showing' em who Christ be
beyond the walls don't like me, the streets they wanna fight me
and my people more than likely are ating cause it's frightening
feeling more than likely I'm a fall into enticing instead of praying for my sightseeing.
Don't label me perfect, I'm damaged like the rest
I struggle with insecurities man, this is just my test.
CAUSE HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU DOESN'T MEAN THAT HE'S THE BEST.
KNOW BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST SWEETHEART, IT'S MORE THAN SEX.
SO STOP SELLING YOURSELF SHORT, YOU ARE WONDERFULLY MADE.
YOUR BEAUTY IS PERFECTION, IN HIS IMAGE YOU WERE MADE.
How can we escape the dismay society's made.
Blow Your whistle on it if I ever come off fake.
I donít want no issues
I ainít say this to this you
And I know the truth hurts and it cuts deeper than Ginsu,
But itís true, so yeah I had to call him out ďthis dudeĒ
But itís so hard to put him on blast when itís you
Because iron sharpens iron and itís often very violent
And itís a process when you think you are as sharp as I am
And thatís pride; Iíve got no time to ignore it
I love my sneaker game, but itís also my vice to be honest,
Sometimes I think and hate on other so called to be ďartistsĒ
Thatís when I pump my brakes and humble myself at my fatherís
He puts me in my place; Iím a servant and just a face
To serve up a helpful plate, Iím the lowest for heavenís sake
So if you catch me acting all extreme
Blow my whistle in person or text me, but letís keep it moving
I am as imperfect as you and as injured as the dude thatís labeled ďthe king of the JewsĒ
Note to self; Ease back, later hater with the feedback
Sometimes you keep it colder than a meat rack
Money, often I relapse
And this is my confession: Iím a cynical criminal defective like a machine thatís
Broken. Utter broken scoping the scene that
Really angers me but Iím open to pull the screen back
Exposing the inner nature of a beast thatís masking the hurt
Which wasnít there when I was formed in the dirt and I mean that
I broke the law and with it all I flirt but it seems that
Iím walking with this blood upon my shirt and I canít relax
Quite crucial I deem that. I canít escape; he even owns my car note cus heís a GMAC
The word of God is not a free rap, see it costs dearly so dearly beloved come and believe that
Blow your whistle and find an alter to kneel at
Peel back the onion of the soul and watch him redeem that