[Intro: John Givez]
(I want to tell you something, I want to tell you something)
It's way realer this time
(I want to tell you something)
Let's go
[Verse 1: John Givez]
Little engine put his mind over matter
Just a little instant to make the shine overshadow
The shallow arrogance of inherently tryna ball
Cause faith without work is dead
Let's get it all, uh
Never see me fall, uh
If I'm on my knees, uh
Praying to the Lord, uh
God help me please
Let me k** everybody with kindness
Hit your whole block with the pa**ion of lions
Judah to your Judas, if I said it I meant it
That living word will place you in a place of repentance
I'm apprehensive when intention get to rising the waves
So the thunder going under from the rise of the waves
I arrive at a place that'll prolly pick the lock of a cage and free a beast
Look right into the eyes of the rage and scream peace
Peace to your homes, peace to your life, peace make you strong
Got the piece on my side cause I know them boys lurkin'
Valley of the shadow of d**h, it's time to put work in
Peakin' through the curtains
Speakin' to the curses, they telling me that I'm blessed
Reachin' for the purpose to prosper when nothing's left
See the prophet was at his best when he didn't know where to go
Trusted in Yahweh to orchestrate narrow road
Lettin' the Pharaoh know right now to free my people
Lettin' my people know right now that God see you
Let's move
[Verse 2: Ruzel]
1, 5 to the pen
I's been inside this life of sin
But 'gain when time spin
Wax around the mac, the sound is backin' like the firefend
The clock is spinin', I'm spinin' tops on tins
Stops the wind
Stops the hard knock, just knocked on the door to my soul
It's hard not to know this planet ain't my home
Never fit the statistic, I'm known to the unknown
Met a youngin' at my show, he a Christian with ambition
He said he spit that for the Lord, for that reason they won't listen
He asked me, "Why?"
I told him listen to Ready to Die by Biggie
These streets is real life so speak up and make sure you hear me
Cause we walked the same streets, and pissed in the same sheets
And wrote to the same beats, and spit to the same freaks
Only difference is you pulled off the rubber quicker
And traded the weed and liquor for a fish-shaped bumper sticker
Gotta speak 'em something real or something that I can feel
My Papa Boni can't tell me how when how not to live
Feel like the guidance in my life is violence and mega trifle
That's why I gotta keep a Glock 9 right next to the Bible, with survival
I'm really after, in the long run
Tryna run away from my past but it's a long run
I'm the wrong one
Now step inside the body of a shawty on his third strike
Discredit for aiming leaded pellets at your head
Like Seregenti's red stripes
Blue stars, cool cars
Who are we to say the youngin' wasn't lukewarm
Torn between the two, wrong and right
Broken rights, no lights
Only shine he seen was open mic night
So we hope he might right
Someone turn his strife life from a knife fight to a eyesight of a king
Advance, no more tap dancing to a polyon theme
Ambience scheme to thieve destiny from the new regime
But they won't prevail, cause they live in hell
And we conquerin' heaven
The sky is openin' to pearly sevens of heaven
I'm telling you
[Verse 3: Asaiah Ziv]
I had dream wide awake
Like how long will it take?
Was it a vision from the one who said my future's very great?
Sitting in a room, looking at these souls getting take, I mean took
I think the Bible was the first time I read a book
Because my choice in music had 'em label me a crook
And everytime I sat in cla** I never understood
Maybe being 20 credits down was just a whoops
Another mistake that I had to make to persevere
But I feared, my mind is success
Never knew that my dreams would become my career
Seen the lies that the media made
Had to guard my heart, at 15 I almost got played
From a major label selling fables over the table
Made a choice to disconnect my cable
I wasn't able to see pictures of a dying youth
I put my self in a position where I was dying too
But now I'm breaking rules
I'mma get my faith through the music that I make
I ain't taking nothing more, I ain't giving nothing less
But I ain't 'bout to make the Lord the reason I'm getting paid
But I know I'm having [?], the reason I'm getting blessed
Felt the stress in the words of a wise man
Telling me to keep my goals in only God's hands
Now I'm tryna get these shows, tryna make brands
At the same time I'm tryna lose this pride man
Welcome into my land
Hipsavvy
[Outro]
(I want to tell you something)
Down the line I'm feeling like, you know
Uh, you know it really puts, uh
It puts a sense of longevity to the record as well
To where, you know
You never know, wha-what's, wha, you know
What the dude's gon' say
So you wanna hear it again