Johnny B - Dime. Lyrics

"May I ask in what way is your life is contributing to society as you sit here day after day, after day
In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar
Have you ever thought about that?
What are you doing for the world or for other people?
Day after day, hour after hour, night after night"

I don't need to make a dime off my music
I just want to make em think while they groovin
Help em keep it movin, show em how we do it
I'm not trying to make a dime off this music

Don't you see... what I'm doin?
Nah? Well alright, I'm gonna keep it movin
See now, everything is flowing in my mind
Yeah I'm trying to slow it down, but it's like I don't know how to drive
I just wanna stay alive, but I'm flying through the lights
Holy Spirit to my right is along for the whole ride
Hold on, hold tight!
Here we go, hope you're ready, it's gone be a wild ride, yup
You gone learn about life - yup
You gone really find the light - yup
You gone learn about the time spent eternal when you die
Know you're ready for your flight
Did you prepare for the fight?

Yup
Making music, but you ain't gotta pay me - Nah!
I do it for the God that made me. And
Show the light to my babies
Yeah
And the mother, knew I loved her
Ever since we started dating
You know what I'm saying
Yeah a love like that's never fading
Fading, no way. No way!

Said it's common logic - aye
I don't do it for the profit - aye
I'm not spittin on beats for something in the pocket
Food for thought, crockpot simmerin with knowledge
Yeah
Once I let it flow, I can't stop it
And I can't sell my soul, Jesus already bought it
Yeah he paid the price
Paid the bill for our lives
I'm just here to tell the story how he saved mine
Who am I to try and make a dime?
Dime dime no!

I don't need to make a dime off my music
I just wanna reach the youth while I do it
I just wanna use it, show em they can do it
I'm not trynna make a dime off this music

I was flying through the lights
Gave the wheel to Jesus Christ
No more driving. Perfect timing
I just wanna talk
Help them walk out the dark
Handed me a mic, and a pad and pen
And that was when he told me to write
Show them the light
Reach out with mine
Mine? Mine, woah!
Not
Trying to make a dime, dime no!
Might
Change your life, life though!
Aye