Mr Whosoever - Poetry In A Snapback lyrics

[Hook] Greetings from the backpacker on the open mic That redneck white kid who's trying to get wise I don't look like much, but play the beat back I'm going to give y'all that Poetry in a snapback X2 [Verse 1] Only God can judge me, so turn that down That's the easy thing to say when the weed loud But if you believe in God, don't you believe that he talked? I know you registered late, but don't you know that he walked? He said to come to the cross where his blood was shed To come where they drove the thorns in his head 3 nails and he took your pain, no voodoo And you hating on him, 'cause you just wanna do you? Its time to wake up, this ain't a dead religion This is that real talk, I think I deserve a listen Not because I have any credibility But because I got something that'll change you for eternity In me, in who? In you if you can get it right But you gonna have to swerve, like a deer in your lights Or its lights out, 'cause on this road, you were not meant to be Listen, I'm talking like its just you and me [Hook] Greetings from the backpacker on the open mic That redneck white kid who's trying to get wise I don't look like much, but play the beat back I'm going to give y'all that Poetry in a snapback X2 [Verse 2] I got something better than that weed that you been slipping on And I got something better than that honey you been kissing on I know its clicking, you been searching for a while Trying to find peace, with no church in the wild No disrespect to Mr. Ocean, but what you think I'm rapping for? I'm from the south the wilderness is my back door I ain't just making a way, I'm paving a road Cause this gravel got you sliding when you trying to get home And these country roads got you lost looking for answers You wanna blame God but you ain't looked at the map Its time to get wise, potato chips, and get right Open up your eyes to the war that we fight No making excuses, cause I'm calling you out Everybody got a choice, its time to make one now Yeah you're lifes a mess, don't keep ya head slump Pick up you sword, its time to to run, Forrest Gump [Hook] Greetings from the backpacker on the open mic That redneck white kid who's trying to get wise I don't look like much, but play the beat back I'm going to give y'all that Poetry in a snapback X2