been rapping since i was seventeen
and you never new
pencil in like jack Nicolson,
you cant handle the truth
never the center of attention
i've been behind the scenes
maybe you even took a listen
but you didnt know it was me
hear i am, speaking loud and free
spoke my heart to break it apart
then sign off sincerely
growing from the very start
into who I'm meant to be
do what i can to erase this dark
and shine the light for all to see


but you didnt know it was me
maybe i'm invisible
or not fit to go on these intervals
that keep me trapped in different goals
stuck in a role, hoping for gold
hoping for hope in the solemn of soles
hoping for warmth on the night of the cold
when the coals wont glow with the lights of the world


didnt mean to eves drop
but your dread locked head strong
on this shoulder you rest your head on
if you step wrong then you'll get strung
and stung in a head on collision
glass gets smashed with a crash on the dash
its the clash of mass that leaves splinters intact
you had to act in higher class but now your stuck with the task
of finding who you were in the past
before the past passed in a flash and gets snatched
from hands and you stand unshure of the plans
as you ran from a child and turned to a man
no passion, now your askin,
is this how it's supposed to happen
flying now your stranded
and the landin wasnt padded

so you panicked on this planet
where everyone's left abandoned
hoping for divine interaction
gripe as life gets stagnate
i guess you expected better
you rain tears so well weathered
the same fears you had tethered
now affect you down to the letter
you treasure all your feathers
but never fly as high as the birds in the sky
evolved so far from intelligent design
that we cant see past the burdens of eye
yet hope has been here the whole time
inside the things we see with no purpose in mind
the love reaches for us that were hoping to find
we pass it like it all the time like the eyes of the blind

i'm guilty of this to
truth is in the proof of the useless at use
clues of never new news that could prove
the existence of faith that we couldn't argue
from the sea to anemone to chimpanzee to entity
to centuries and centuries of enemys
with sin in simplicity preemptively ending things
a plan was set in motion with a notion of delivery
stranded in a plan unable to understand
and all redemption rests in the nails in these hands
and all power of God is set aside in a man
i'm trying to speak it as clear as i can
*no matter the evolution of thought my hope is in Jesus
never caught in the thoughts of man no matter how genius


foolish search for attention but nobody ever listened
i made it a mission with no thoughts of ever quittin

now i feel like i'm david standing over this giant
wasn't raised to be a king but on my God i am reliant