The Artist's Prayer.

Prelude Right Before the drums is the hardest part Some grunt, some yell to try to clear the heart But the question sets in: I wonder how it’ll go Maybe next time, we should pray some mo’ Verse The Artist’s Prayer, I rap it with lofty thoughts To make it clear, we are those who could not be bought No matter how much, we stuck to our guns So when the demons came charging, we’d be ready to bust Excuse the pun; a simple man with the gift of words Who just can’t help feeling this gift is like a curse Cause sometimes Lord, with every verse written Seconds become minutes, there’s a change of season The clock is always ticking and that’s what I fear That when folks who care are reminiscing I’ll just come up missing Lost in the annals of time But if I had a chance, I wouldn’t press rewind Cause no matter what; I know you’ve got a reason For why I am one people should listen to And grow from the seeds of knowledge that I hold And with your grace, it’ll always be the purest of gold Magnified tenfold, please protect me from the snow Loose girls, lines of blow this industry can bestow Cause I’m a weak man, you can see it in my life My heart and my soul, this is why I need Christ…you Denouement Sometimes they pop shit Sometimes they hoik! spit But I want to be different I want you as my locksmith Control my tongue, control my desire And I pray you fan the flames, of my artistic fire