Lyrics:

[Intro]
'I mean a lot of people just make music because they just want to do something that makes them successful, but in all of that a lot of times you lose why you do it, you lose the love for the art. So in doing something like this I want to make sure we capture that and do it for the love for the art, and the grace of God.'

[Verse]
This is innovation sponsored soft spoken and songbirds
Imagination, a closet hiding the monsters
See what started from Adam and Eve
Has now moved to Adam Levine and Avril Levine
And I'm left desensitized at God's brilliance
It's that conviction made The Winans write Millions
Man I'm staring at forever type fulfillment
Instead I made my Godfather Sicilian
Stroll like Pacino in my Euro cut chinos
Looking for my voice like Carson Daly and CeeLo
That cityscape full of sinners and prophets (citizen profits)
They rocking G-Shocks and them citizen watches
They both know what time it is, grab a couple Heinekens
Open conversation just depending on environment
Lately feeling like I'm losing my edge
When I find a new weakness and I try to keep it secret
This is just like Noah drunk in his tent
Samson with Delilah, Jonah slumped in his ship
Moses smashing the rock in response to the crowds
And David starving himself after the loss of his child
I tell that story like a long-winded Purist
Yet I'm still short of breath working on endurance
Scriptural acumen, keeping it accurate
They cutting corners, abbreviations and acronyms
So they want that roof gone when they pulling up
I'm tryna write the first rap that won a Pulitzer
Hey let it resonate, add it to the resume
Lay me down to sleep like my faith is not a guessing game
I got my wrists up, shackles off
I got my fists up, the verses by the catalog
Life saved, Hasslehoff
And when it's over man I'd love to speak of Macklemore
Or Benjamin Andre, Eminem, Nas, Jay and Common
If I'm honest, yeah I do it for them commas
Father, Son, and Spirit in between them
If you listen to my music you should know what I believe in
Yeah you heard both Jays on that We Made It remix
Our music like a megaphone for Jesus
And we take the conversation offline
Yeah I know we beating dead horses, see the chalk lines
Before you get the rocker, yo I'm off mine
But I ain't got no power homie, call me Hawkeye
Y'all ain't seen nothing
Y'all just Borse with your Chanels
And I've been chilling underground fresh up out the manhole
Keep what you selling me
Yeah I know the Word like Akeela at the spelling bee
You speaking to [?]
Yeah I want new body
Yeah, that forever won (for everyone) one here's another one
See Wes got me thinking bout art again
Then Chris got me putting on my cardigan
This cold man I'm rapping with my heart again
This the really real striking fear in them charlatans
This is Parliament, yeah we bow to the king
No malice in this palace new brothers on the team
Yeah you gon love it 'for you hate it
We take it to the hills then it's back to the basement

[Outro]
And this is for the heads
This is for the heads, heads
Yall can keep yall's heads nodding x3
Yeah, yo we have to tail in
But that train's still moving
Yo you riding or you watching