Lord Knows (Exhibit A Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy] Yeah. I am exhibit A You understand what I'm saying? That's my life you got in that ziplock Yeah And all the glory goes above Yeah Only the Lord knows I'm questioning if that's really who they be blessing when they repping at award shows Scripture telling me the god of this world blinds the minds of the boys and the girls So they grinding for the diamonds Rounding tan rubber bands wrapped around the commerce No snitching, no whispering to your honor Study the youth and you see the end is upon us The way, truth, and the life is like two thousand years behind us And he light years ahead of us This is the exodus, I'm looking for the exit like it's two o'clock at Pegasus Philly throwback. My main compadre know that I came up in the slums when Ram squad was getting dough stacks Came up eating crumbs I witnessed the Lord's mercy Murder in my hood, every day was Friday the 13th Shout out 215, yes Pennsylvania my birthplace 80's baby, that reggae era bearing my birthday Threw my hands up with losers claiming they first place I know they shook halfway crooks acting like earthquakes Dudes on front of my crib pumping bass, I'm pumping third base underground Till I'm overground, till the Lord let me surface Raised from the mud, I'm familiar with how the earth tastes My shades dipped in blood, Emmanuel is my manual Turn the pages my sin has been earned to wages But the debt collector has no recollection cause he paid it Had a big billie like I'm sitting on a millie Only the Father knows how far or close it was from killing me In death's vicinity with slightly progressing tendencies Weapons I believe might lessen my affinity for stressing What I feel like — manifests in that real life What I do in that reflection ain't reflecting what I'm built like Only the Lord knows. I make no speculation His point of view now becomes my new investigation Becoming less of a fan — of hesitation You know better, you do better, the death of procrastination, huh? Hugh Heff, come on now why you playing, boy? Conversations with myself, do you dig what I'm saying, boy? Every lyric is a shovel for your trouble You gotta work to come up after being buried by the devil Buried in doubt, covered in disbelief Smothered in pretension, swearing that God was me Answering my own prayers with logic and rationale Ain't no telling what you probably finding when you pat me down I was young, being admonished by original gangstas Who taught me how to steal, what was my OGs thinking I'm thinking they thought they knew the way To get that crème brûlée A drug dealer's dream was cream, now they want the whole cake And I don't want to be the one to tell them they sold they soul I tell them to pray to God. Why. Only the Lord knows Only the Lord knows I'd be a fool to sit here and act like I got the answers for everything I look silly telling you I know the reason, the cause, purpose behind everything you're going through, you know what I mean? So I won't try to do that at all But I do know one thing I know the one who knows Yeah I heard his voice I read his word Tried, tested, he's true Salute