P.R.E.A.C.H. - The Journey lyrics

[Produced by Saxon and P.R.E.A.C.H.] [Intro- P.R.E.A.C.H.] Yeah South Carolina stand up! Let's go Yo, this goes out to all of the blogostpheres 2DopeBoyz, The Smoking Section, lets go! Yeah I don't know if ya'll ready I don't know if ya'll ready for the real The TOO real Without further a due (Yeah) I Present to you, (Yo) It's 12:55, Marcus Time to show them what up! [Verse 1: Marcus Goodine] The walk on uneven sand, a foundation in jeopardy The cost of knowledge for man, an expense of that was left for me Pressure that rose after the murder of my brother James Had me at my lowest knowing things would never be the same Swimming to the bottom of a bottle, trying to drown my pain Watching time pa** on my dreams in a lane I drove insane So now I'm trying find an exit I can merge into But weed, women, and alcohol are detours to from whence I came And this is all I hear about from these rappers today A thirst trap on Instagram is just a scroll away All these distractions from the pain I felt inside And now my son is diagnosed with autism outside this masquerade Not that I'm fake, I just have to hold face as a father And a lead tech in Powerframe or expect to be fired And this is not an option, so everyday I take the role of clocking in as Dr. Scholls cuz I'm his sole provider Common expression, sk**s bend to create deception For the equal and opposite of direction Within truth behind the mask of these modern day misconceptions An expansion of wealth verses the cost and debt tied to acceptance If you can't empathize with that there's nothing left say The bed you make is what you wake up in the next day And praises to Allah for the struggles I have to battle with, cuz from the hand of Iblis is divine teaching to pave the way They telling me that I'm gifted with this art of rap It's hard to find a place to fit when it's all about trap That's why I slowed my words down when I wrote this track So people of languages will know that I'm that dangerous Taking the route of those building pipe dreams through their laziness All I hear from these n***as is some shallow facetiousness I'm from a place they lay waste to people successful With pill poppers and crystal meth heads the children look up to Uh, the college drop out, realization of being boxed in Lead by the heart, the North Star in which the pa**ion locks in Henry Ossawa of the metaphysical conceit coming through your speakers, you hear the flow of this oxytocin All brought to you by the lowest rank state in education From Walnut Street, the motivation Just some food for thought, my salmagundi through soliloquy Saxon gave it that heat but you won't find this on your favorite station I've sent hundreds of music submission that didn't get far, treated as spam and told I wasn't up to par BEWARE from the Smoking Section hit me saying I was close Maybe he was blowing smoke, but sh** that still would make me the cigar The reach from afar, shining bright with all jokes aside, as the Sirius star Willing to teach'em all Patients on the journey with the key to start the car Opportunity in sight of my destiny's call, Inshallah [P.R.E.A.C.H.] Wooooooo! What! Ridiculous! Marcus Goodine, Yall! Ladies and Gentlemen Shout out to Sax. Yo, Shout out to Rush Doing it dirty out here, son! Uh, oh sh** Aye yo, Marcus. While I'm over here tearing these keys up, you know what I'm say,why don't you go ahead and toss them a few bars [Marcus Goodine] Uh, Brooklyn Who birthed me, Carolina who raise a G Used collect bottle caps off the sidewalk Rolling through the streets of Medina Traded in for a pair of jeans covered in red dirt Yo my mom was pissed that I stained some things All I ever wanted was the chance to bring my message to you [P.R.E.A.C.H.] Something for the heart felt [Marcus Goodine] It's true that I had fallen, but all I ever wanted was the chance to bring this message to you [P.R.E.A.C.H.] I don't know if these cats ready for the real message [Marcus Goodine] But Ya'll don't feel me though