Testing 1, 2 1, 2
Dig this, we come live and direct to bring the noise
I got my boy and this is how we do it
My mind is seeking
Seeking occupying by reason
This life is staged so stop thinking
Thinking this world is in allegiance
So what God are you serving
Saying no guidance, no purpose
We just be lying on purpose
Just to say lying has purpose
My eyes are observant
Observing the surface
This surface is lacking substance
Questioned, but no answers for certain
My lead goes, afloat
Just hoping to stay in control
Before they try and reach out to my soul
Thought I would grow to be in the ministry
Now the only thing interesting is the industry
Father, close my eyes and guide me cause money is starting to get to me
Simplicity was thought as iniquity, now it's holding it's hand out for me
And they live without justice
With all the lies to back the truth, then who really trusts it?
And if we only live to see enough, then what is our subject?
I object, the ludicrous actions and statements
The signing over to who we enslaved with
Engraved in, emancipation
With brave men fighting for the color of our skin
Born a sinner, not a winner
Just lucky to be a contender
Cause I'm strolling the same streets that the snow piles on every winter
To understand it is simple
The methods of a cymbal
We nitpick what we nibble
Focused on stronger meanings in riddles
Needs are necessary
Wants are temporary
My bible is soul searching, body and the spirit contemporary
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Testing 1, 2 1, 2
Dig this, we come live and direct to bring the noise
I got my boy and this is how we do it
My mind is seeking
Seeking occupying by reason
This life is staged so stop thinking
Thinking this world is in allegiance
So what God are you serving
Saying no guidance, no purpose
We just be lying on purpose
Just to say lying has purpose
My eyes are observant
Observing the surface
This surface is lacking substance
Questioned, but no answers for certain
My lead goes, afloat
Just hoping to stay in control
Before they try and reach out to my soul
Thought I would grow to be in the ministry
Now the only thing interesting is the industry
Father, close my eyes and guide me cause money is starting to get to me
Simplicity was thought as iniquity, now it's holding it's hand out for me
And they live without justice
With all the lies to back the truth, then who really trusts it?
And if we only live to see enough, then what is our subject?
I object, the ludicrous actions and statements
The signing over to who we enslaved with
Engraved in, emancipation
With brave men fighting for the color of our skin
Born a sinner, not a winner
Just lucky to be a contender
Cause I'm strolling the same streets that the snow piles on every winter
To understand it is simple
The methods of a cymbal
We nitpick what we nibble
Focused on stronger meanings in riddles
Needs are necessary
Wants are temporary
My bible is soul searching, body and the spirit contemporary
Dig this, we come live and direct to bring the noise
I got my boy and this is how we do it
My mind is seeking
Seeking occupying by reason
This life is staged so stop thinking
Thinking this world is in allegiance
So what God are you serving
Saying no guidance, no purpose
We just be lying on purpose
Just to say lying has purpose
My eyes are observant
Observing the surface
This surface is lacking substance
Questioned, but no answers for certain
My lead goes, afloat
Just hoping to stay in control
Before they try and reach out to my soul
Thought I would grow to be in the ministry
Now the only thing interesting is the industry
Father, close my eyes and guide me cause money is starting to get to me
Simplicity was thought as iniquity, now it's holding it's hand out for me
And they live without justice
With all the lies to back the truth, then who really trusts it?
And if we only live to see enough, then what is our subject?
I object, the ludicrous actions and statements
The signing over to who we enslaved with
Engraved in, emancipation
With brave men fighting for the color of our skin
Born a sinner, not a winner
Just lucky to be a contender
Cause I'm strolling the same streets that the snow piles on every winter
To understand it is simple
The methods of a cymbal
We nitpick what we nibble
Focused on stronger meanings in riddles
Needs are necessary
Wants are temporary
My bible is soul searching, body and the spirit contemporary
Writer: Reynard Moore
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