The Process Video (MV)

Take my time, couldn't figure what I want to talk about
So many routes, all of which I want to shout
Sorry but I'm in the mood to act out
I'm in the mood to roast and toast anything and everything, time to call out

Set the blueprint, set the layout, yeah
So many stuck in routine like a roundabout
Regurgitating theme, did the content run out?
Or was it easy and lucrative; call it like I see it sell out

Possibly, maybe I'm bitter because,
There's a suppressed part of me that desires buzz
But that is the reason it draws
So many victims to its jaws
But that's not the stuff that's gonna quench
That's not the stuff I desire to clench
If I hold to passing things, I'll never cover up the stench
Blood dripping from my soul, tourniquet or drench

I look above at your cosmos, some ghosts
Blown away, utterly engrossed
Tugging at my heart you provoked
Cure a raging heat that only you could diagnose
Not content, in one lane, no coast
Emulate passion, talents maybe evoked
Manifest yourself in lyrics I wrote

I'll make it known, I Confess, I'm straight mess
No use in hiding or trying to finesse
Stay humble, no-nonsense
Loving God, and trust the process

Dropping heat on a beat doesn't mean you're revolutionary
Kinda the opposite, you're anti evolutionary
Stationary, anything but visionary
Do with it what you want, this is only cautionary

If my words can be weapons in 3 to 4 minute sessions
Best believe I'm gonna take the time to value every second
Pray to God my lyrics reflecting the heavens
I don't wanna waste a breath that might threaten
Another individual, can my words be lessons?
Do my best to open up, an honest confession
Sharing music with meaning, breaking down misconceptions
Not all of music is aimed for concessions
Do my best to leave with an impression
It's the least I could do; my obsession
The direction of our continued perception
Gonna dictate intercessions

Put together an emerging colossus
I'd be ashamed to put out meaningless projects
Strive and push for new constant concepts
All in time, your design, Trusting the Process
Too much time spent focused on me, say less
Too much time spent always complaining, say less
Too much time wasted being lazy, say less
All in time, your design, Trusting the process

I'll make it known, I Confess, I'm straight mess
No use in hiding or trying to finesse
Stay humble, no-nonsense
Loving God, and trust the process

If we all lived to be famous
We could cut each other's throats, but the problem is we're aimless
You could kiss my feet, praise me cause I'm blameless
No confession, no concession, no, you know that I'm shameless

Every single person wanna reach greatness
Wouldn't it be great if I could be famous
But the problem is they want it to be painless
The path to victory never gonna be stainless
Music Industry wanting everyone to be in sameness
Different unique like the Brow, Anthony Davis
Showing pride in everything that makes us
Individuals and not a drone to a status
Content as a message man, nameless
Taking the machete to the heinous
Faceless songs molded but found shapeless
Promoting Masterpieces that go on ageless

I look above at your cosmos, some ghosts
Blown away, utterly engrossed
Tugging at my heart you provoked
Cure a raging heat that only you could diagnose
Not content, in one lane, no coast
Emulate passion, talents maybe evoked
Manifest yourself in lyrics I wrote