I followed in the steps of those hustlers before me | Figured I’d do better on this trek | But the story stays the same | The characters too | Only the names get changed...
These songs, while just scratch recordings reflect my thoughts surrounding Millennial Christianity as I have experienced it over the last 6 years at large and the last two years specifically.
I’m from a Kingdom with strange tendencies | Odd liturgies | And prayers for our enemies | Spiritual remedies for soul crushing injuries | Beginning at the finishing | We’ve been entering where the ending be…
All these Ruths and Pauls | We are tired of seeing justice and the truth get mauled | restoration and healing is the proof we saw that the Lord’s involved. . .
I hear what y’all talking ‘bout | I’m thinking they wanna clone me | With some slight alterations and mental adjustments | To kill my rebellious spirit | I’m thinking they wanna own me. . .
Y’all enamored by the fantasies contained in your reason | Hammered by insanity that’s restraining your thinking | Stammering and calamity is staining your speaking | Rambling and profanity and pain in your reaching
I stared Medusa in the eyes | My heart stone | With Versace shades on | Even she shivered…
I never really bothered with righting my wrongs | I just started living right |And watched my ills get gone | The past rolls on | My will is weak | But His Grace is strong. . .
Ya'll move with timidity | Your practices are too gimmicky | Y'all pitch it as piety | You're lookin' like an enemy. . .
Somehow ended up here Where they amazed to learn that I used to run crack Took G to cook it He took me down south Crooked paths through them Carolinas a straight shot