There's a dichotomy of honesty & logic that exists
Because the truth doesn't always make sense
& the more I become aware
Of the sin that sits in my square
My fear is people don't see it in theirs
On October 23rd I a**umed the identity of Marcus
In turn, became a target of the heartless
& the godless
& the startled
& the martyrs that have seen their dreams of love die
But lust lies & never subsides their thugs cry
Never have I felt so incompetent
Because of lack of accomplishment
Even a lack of common sense
Faced with the no's of my life
Funny how words k**
This narrow road of salvation, & I'm the 3rd wheel
My learned sk**s, God considered them dead
How you call me selfish & then tell me consider myself
Because me, often I confuse my wants & my needs
What I give my heart to, leaves
But seems to haunt in my dreams
Taunting me in my sleep
Talk to me while I'm wake
All of this happened after I invited God in my space
These rappers smile in my face
Ever step in the gym
They wish me well, but never better than them
Here's a gem
Never let your yes to God depend on a dream
Because if it doesn't happen the way that you schemed
Here's the thing
I started rapping for Jesus
Never considered politics
Thought that we would all hold hands & sing how God exists
Unfortunately God is not in our plans
We've turned God to a brand
& made gods of our brands
We've made god out of man
Made gods of our voids
What if my pa**ions extended beyond what I can control
Like oh, "I'm an introvert"
But used it as an excuse to be elusive
To what we're not producing
We'd rather titles than disciples
It's divisive
& we worship at the throne of our vices as if we're licensed
Like, what we've defined as ministry, are really capers
I've seen them sell their soul for a penny made of paper
It's amazing how God's covers our shortcomings
The Lord's coming, the Lord loves us in all colors
The allure of breaking the law
It's amazing that we've made it this far
Many are scarred
Like fireflies in a jar
Shining despite the ceiling
Trying to fight the feeling
Neverminding opinions
Jonathan Baker
What would happen if
I started to see me
The way that You see me?
And what would happen if
I started to see You
For who You really are...