It's funny, lotta things I read give me the blues Lately I've been crushing Sydney Leroux "Gimmie The Loot"'s in the Impala My daughter's asking for Jordan's I spent years sorting emotions I thought were dormant I'm in that weird place where God ain't really answering prayers Cuz He wanna see if I'll wait on Him or do it myself My next album's a mix of Malcolm x & Malachi Hop on a mountain top & prophesy With a lotta pride ...oh Lordy, so haughty Thinking of the years that I've wasted, I'm disappointed Mulling over the 'yes' Running from acceptance But time we define as d**h He finds precious ...that's impressive Redemptive of my ignorance Turn misery into limitless A distant figment of imagination to imminent Such brilliance I sit in it
How the Lord redeems belligerence to innocence ....I'm molded by the same light you blinded by ...it's like we speak a different language word to Kaientai Indeed, the mystique Of this thing The next time you misspeak your lips bleed ..swim against the stream til the Tidal hits Ohhh...how Leviathan our pride can get ...what they define as defiant, ha!...doubtful I'm a lion with a line up, a tyrant seated in triumph I admire my history... But not defined by it ...stand it on a chair. Kick it. Tie a knot around it They say run from negative energy don't crowd around it But all things work together, why be bothered by it? If God turns sadness to joy I appreciate the mourning, cuz it becomes the morning That's history