Wes Pendleton - Ink On It lyrics

Jordan Taylor (Verse 1) I write because it's proven through this hip hop music/ Overcomers need a theme song that they can move with/ The anthem of the streets crossed over to the burbs/ How feelings and emotions get expressed through these words/ Mnemonic devices, you twice as likely to feel it/ All up on the mic how it's rhyming at the ending/ I seen it move crowds when the speakers is loud/ The kind of flow that I have a rebel wanna revolt now/ What else you know influencing way that I dress/ To the reason I rep my city to my d**h/ There ain't too many cultures that this ain't touch/ Rock and roll came close, but not like us/ The ink of life's moments over 16 bars/ Plus half of that on the hook the melody takes charge/ I write like auto tune won't even last that long/ When little kids on candy rap start begging for songs/ You looking for content, we'll be standing there waiting/ I write with the reality that rap can't save ‘em/ But the sacrificial d**h of the famous/ Most hated, grave raising could trade places/ Every nation, could get it how he lived it/ Given from the Father, it's the Son, by the Spirit/ I've been affected by the 1 and I trust Him/ If I don't write that, Brotha, I don't write nothing/ Katie Eckerberger (Hook) A thousand tongues, heart beat as one/ We cannot hold it in/ This word like fire in our bones/ We live to ink on it/ Omri: (Verse 2) I write like Jesus is coming back before this verse finish/ Like if He don't, He might use it to convert cynics/ Like He ain't doing through my music what the church isn't/ I'm just a speechwriter for her while she's earth's witness/ From the drudgery of shaping the first lyric/ I should be humbled in dust, making a verse vicious/ But they keep pumping me up, saying, “You're sure gifted.”/ So I keep company bruh, they are my worst critics/ I believe I was conceived as a cursed infant/ Whose mockery God would see as the worst listed/ In hostile beef, robbed of peace, not concerned with it/ But God would bleed abolishing the absurd distance/ So I write it so you'll hear a joyful, bitter song/ Like the face I long to see is the same one I spit upon/ Can't we get along? (No.)/ There's children of wrath on a path to where they'll never see a winter dawn/ So I write it like a man with a hope deferred/ And one who got married to a woman who I don't deserve/ Holding to His spoken word, pressing toward the finish and/ Stretching your attention span, blessing loyal and fickle fans/ I'm trying to make my words heard in this brief moment/ My deep motive has never been a steep bonus/ I'll keep going, going in, putting ink on it/ Praying that you take time to think on it/ Katie Eckerberger (Verse 3) After all these years and all these tears/ All these joys and all these fears/ You have never left my heart/ I can't regret, I can't slow down/ My life will be a joyful sound/ So they know how beautiful You are/