Entering and Breaking

Yeah, I let the rhythm hit em/ then we get in 'em wit theological lyricism/ if their willin' to listen/ I'm not against offending 'em when it comes with the mission/ a little something different// something there's not a lot of, I'm not a teeny bopper/ copping yo gabba gabba garbage pop is not my genre/ They want a lot of drama, they follow wannabe collar poppers on Twitter while I, talk like somebody papa// I ain’t afraid of aging, the grey has made it’s way in/ I’m waitin’ for the day they display in facial arrangement/ see the break bend? It’s to make you patient/ the daily sanctification be way too great to take in// So I ain’t rushin’ nothin’, I’m already crushin’/ under too much of what is coming, hustlin’ bustling/ strugglin’ just to bring the bucks in/ a bigger income because I spit is such an assumption, There’s not enough consumption// they call us the starvin’ artists, We bargain charges/ and bartar for honorariums all in order to feed our daughters/ before maturing we did it for quarters (i can dig it) all we wanted was opportunity and bottled waters// Now as Father i can’t afford it, it’s getting harder/ Even to go beyond the borders I’m a need a sponsor/ When you get honest some people want ya to (shut yo mouth)/ talking dollars in our genre can make us social martyrs// Some people don’t wanna pay you ‘cause you proclaim truth/ and call it ministry like a ministry doesn’t take loot/ That’s like a tree that don’t take root, but makes fruit/ it must full of some funny fake juice or it ain’t true// speaking of taste I’m amazed at what the radio plays/ I know we say we’re depraved, but the display is insane/ it makes me angry/ (be cool now) I’m Ok, but the way it decays is what I’m afraid to see// That’s why I’m tryin’ to leave a legacy classics/ something that my children can listen to when I’m past tense/ They can call it ramblin’, rantin’ about some randomness/ but later they will know I was standin’ up for a standard quit// laughin’ (I ain’t jiving) this is real as gets/ can I be honest? will I feel the regret/ Can God be honored when I’m livin’ in debt?/ If my song isn’t theological enough am I offensive to heads?// Does lyrical theology gotta be lofty/ to cause the people to stop and think of our God and His awesome deeds?/ would you rather not to think and be off drinkin’/ stopped peepin’ soon as it plot deepened your thoughts weakened?// Is there room to make everybody mad/ avoid the body bag and make heathens say that he bodies tracks?/ Will they buy these tracks or sleep and wait/ I’m askin’ too many questions Wes, I need a break//