Bread Crumbs

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A hearty combination of vibrant beats and honest, sharply-crafted lyricism. Come along for the journey.

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released July 30, 2013

Written and performed by Jordan Heywood
Additional vocals by Ashley Blackwood (Track 6)
Produced, mixed, and mastered by Jeremy Rodney-Hall
Recorded By Luke Fountain
Album art and design by Art of Ciel

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Track Name: Show Me The Way
Lord, show me the way... (x2)

Another chapter begins. Check the opening scene/ A young rapper equipped with his hope and a dream/ Til I'm summoned back to the King, if you know what I mean/ You'll see love, passion, and wit overflow from the seams/ When I flow and I sing, homie, the goal is to bring Truth with a capitalized T/ Filter through it all that my fallible eyes see/ I'm acting as a catalyst – gather and guide sheep to the path of divine peace/ Trynna practice what I preach, put my words into flesh/ Though I'm lackin' relief from the hurt and the stress/ Passionately, I'ma serve to the death/ The last to retreat and the first to progress/ These verses direct from the heart of a writer/ Who God from the start had marked like a sniper/ For walkin' the narrow path/ While spittin' God-given raw wisdom chalked into paragraphs.

Lord, forgive me for the times I go astray/ I ain't nothin' but a lost child trynna find his way/ Every day is but a step, then it's on to the next one/ Following in faith down this trail of breadcrumbs/ A grain of truth, a taste of redemption/ Sprinkled down for anyone who's cravin' to get some/ So when I speak, Lord, I just pray that it bless them/ Serve and refresh them/ Every word is a breadcrumb.
Track Name: One Love
Add this ingredient, watch what the globe becomes/ It's a gift from God and His only son/ If we could all tap into this force like Obi Wan/ People would gather 'round, show me some... LOVE

Talkin' bout LOVE: a word with many meanings/ Like precipitation, got different manifestations every season/ Whether friendship, romantic or brotherly/ It's somethin that close folks and fam give abundantly/ They say that love is patient, they say that love is kind/ They say it knows no bounds, maybe 'cause love is blind to it's limits/ We designed in the image/ Of a divine mind that's inclined to forgiveness/ And I'm fin to give it if you're in my vicinity/ Cure to the problems that we've been trynna remedy/ Yet we dodge love like a flu vaccine/ Tell your fam move back soon as you stack green?... please/ Let's admit that we all need/ Love from above, it's a gift from the Omni...potent/ Hoping to ditch what is faulty/ Switch these dollars for a fistful of palm, please/ Give me a hand y'all, so we could stand tall/ Together instead of watching our fellow man fall/ Like strangers and bystanders/ Shameful – I pray for the raising of my standards/ Like great pandas, love is endangered/ Can't express what's on our hearts – it's stuck in the chamber/ Enough of the games. Time for disrupting the chain, bruh/ I'm callin' on my sisters and brothers to change up

Just add this ingredient, watch what the globe becomes/ It's a gift from God and His only son/ If we could all tap into this force like Obi Wan/ People would gather 'round, show me some... LOVE

One problem... See, today's world is 'bout makin' a name and placing the self first/ No surprise, we afraid of the L word/ It's perceived as threat to our liberty/ Excess stress and the responsibility/ Like, if I can only treat you how to do to me/ And you ain't to-a-tee who I want you to be/ Do it mean that I can reclaim my sentiment?/ It ain't love if it breaks that delicate/ Love is quick to listen. It's slow to speak/ Love is squashing any beef before you go to sleep/ I could tell you daily but if you don't see it shown in deeds/ It's just rhetoric – nothin' but sweet poetry/ Y'see, real love has to come with/ Sacrificial action to back it up with/ Otherwise, it lacks the substance required if we desire for the pact to function/ But we mess up. Homie, we fall short/ And run around up and down like a ball court/ Labouring to make our love live longer/ Wishing these fragile hearts were one bit stronger/ But if you're lookin' for a love that could wrench hearts/ And mend scars, Christ's blood is the benchmark/ The maker of all life givin' it willingly/ Swapped my head for His in the guillotine/ Willing to intervene, lay His own life down/ Filled me sympathy to make my wrongs right now/ Mimic His imagery, vivid and visibly/ Give indiscriminately, haters all pipe down

And so we watch what the globe becomes/ It's a gift from God and His only son/ If we could all tap into this force like Obi Wan/ People would gather 'round, show me some... LOVE.
Track Name: High And Lifted
It's true that the sky's the limit/ I've read and my eyes have witnessed/ How miracles manifest through the lives of misfits/ And surprise the critics, blow the minds of cynics/ Ask my oldest friends if they thought I'd ever be rhymin' lyrics/ Naw, the response negatory/ The odds flipped. It's obvious my God gets the glory/ Check it homie, I ain't qualified at all to rhyme/ It's God's design. I never thought to jot a bar or line 'til I was called to shine/ Light through these gifts. I can't call 'em mine/ Nor could I stall for time/ Nor could I sell 'em out for dollar signs followed by six figures/ My soul is not for sale/ I put my life behind these bars and I don't want no bail/ Still rappin' 'bout the bread you stack? Boy, that's gotten stale/ You gon' wind up another forgotten tale/ I'd rather minister to listeners than top the sales/ And pray to God that He keep me on track like a monorail/ Cap my past – a new era has begun/ I'm daily guided by the Father as I become/ More like the Son/
So you could try to cut me off, but I'm rooted in His word like a tree stump/ It's raw heat, son. Fire from the supplier/ I see my deprivation, desiring my Messiah/ It ain't just desperation, emotionally getting higher/ And ain't no expiration – we never fin to retire/ I'm chasing after Him like never befo'/ In full gear. Man, I ain't fin to pedal and coast/ Don't you take a single sentence as a credible quote/ If you know me but you never seen my evident growth. No sir/ It doesn't constitute a life of faith/ If I slap a Jesus fish on my bumper next to my license plate/ While I'm livin' in hypocrisy/ Thankful though I falter, He always faithful to walk with me/ Honestly, He already knows that I'm weak, incompetent/ Yet He brings forth great feats and accomplishments through me/ But why should I be alarmed with this?/ Even Moses didn't speak with confidence/ Each person on earth is birthed with a purpose to serve/ And you might be a little nervous at first/ But hear me out son, don't slack when the doubt comes/ The Lord's got your back. Just act – He got the outcome.
Track Name: Cloud Nine
I’m crazy bout a girl and that’s the dog gone truth/ Lady is dime. Staying on my mind/ Thoughts play and then rewind like a song on loop/ Of how I wanna serve her in the long-haul... shoot/ Maan, maybe I should tell her/ I’m speechless like a song before I lay the accapella/ It's crazy how a fella could trip so easily/ But still I wonder what this sista sees in me/ She could be the mother of my kids – wait slow down/ It's too early to tell but I know now/ That by God she is designed elegant/ Refined, delicate, sweet, fine, intelligent/ She 'n' I could benefit from givin’ it a try/ I think I’m gonna ask for a minute of her time/ And if I find out she’s as interested as I/ I’ll offer her my love in an infinite supply because

Hook:
She is so fly and she is so pretty/ Headed for cloud nine, I want her to go with me/ She could make this man complete, but am I chasing after her or just the fantasy?/ Well I don't know, but she's so fly. She is so pretty/ Headed for cloud nine, I want her to go with me/ She could make my plans complete/ But am I chasing after love or just the fantasy?

Excuse me, I know that we ain’t close/ And besides the odd time, we ain’t spoke/ I never been in the game like EA Sports/ But let me run this by you like a relay course/ See, your beauty allures me/ Plus, you be mature. I truly adore thee/ And I ain't singing you no Song of Solomon/ But if I catch feelings, is it wrong to follow 'em? Naw/ See, I think we’ve got them for a reason/ Maybe you could give me a shot, just for a season/ Like a wild moose, if you catch my analogy/ She like that. We could match quite compatibly/ I ask quite casually, “So how about it?”/She smiled real bright like, “No doubt about it”/ Whoa I’m astounded! We meetin' up for coffee/ They say there plenty of fish, but she’s already caught me, man.

[Hook]

Right from the first few dates, it was magical/ Pacin’ was gradual/ Girl’s got class plus the right amount of sass/ Traits that are admirable/ The real thing, no fling like a catapult/ Later on it’s evident we're clinging like the mandibles of gators on some venison... to each other/ We are growing too attached/ And ignoring all the warnings that are showing through the cracks/ Like the fact that we don't see eye-to-eye faith-wise/ And we don't really have no personal connection/ I know I ain't the type to idolize waist lines/ Yet I find I'm fiending for the flirtin' and affection/ And the need to be gratified, dude/ I ain't down to treat a girl like a platter of fine food/ That's just sleazy, bruh/ Studying pick-up lines and goin' nuts with the lust... I call it macadamia/ That's vastly inferior to genuine love/ Our heightened fightin' and distrust are evidence of/ The understanding that we mutually fumbling/ Love's no fantasy but a truly beautiful, dutiful covenant/ We was overdue for the wake-up call/ Ain’t nobody being bitter bout the break-up, y’all/ It’s all in God’s hands, guess I’m back to single/ If love is the air, please crack the window...
Track Name: Against The Grain
I'm against the grain/ Homie, I ain't even got a sense of shame/
I'm against the grain...

They say that practice makes perfect. That’s the way that it goes/ Fans say that my development’s displayed in my flows/ When my brain’s in the zone, I get creative with prose/ Let it stew, then serve it up without a ladle or bowl/ I serve it hot like it’s steamin'. Haters plottin' and they schemin'/ But with me, that beef gets dropped like I’m vegan/ It’s a by-product of my nature of peace/ Even when the situation that I’m facin’ is bleak/ Take it from me, this life’s too short for the stress/ There’s far more important things along the course of the quest/ I guess that every one of us learns that in time/ And once we do, we wish we could turn back – rewind/ ‘Cause we realize that life is quite the gift/ With limitless roads to walk and heights to hit/ You got fights to pick? You can bite your lip/ ‘Cause I’m here to rep peace, love, righteousness/

I got mics to rip, lives of people to touch/ I follow the Holy Spirit, tell my ego to hush/ Never eager to rush my grind / I’m patient through the process/ Building up a repertoire, wading through the nonsense/
Of the trends that’s polluting the market/ Not to mention the minds of the youth that they target/ With lies that kill dreams/ These artists only care that labels turnin' over bread like they frying grilled cheese/ So in return, they promoted to spit what’s supposedly hip/ Puffin L’s, loading a clip/ They leading listeners over the cliff/ So your boy is busy blocking out their shine like a solar eclipse/ Every rapper should earn their right to spit/ It seems both their skulls and they ice is thick/ But what’s the masquerade worth when the lights is flicked... off?/ Instead of floss, rep righteousness/

What treasures would you spend your life to get?/ You cop it cause you need it or to flaunt the price of it?/ Who need a mansion, Maybach, all the gimmicks?/ I’d be glad with a modest pad and Honda Civic/ It could all be gone in minutes – the drop of a hat/ Satisfaction in material – a possible trap/ See, my life is more fragile than a porcelain doll/ So I recognize the Father as the source of it all/ And it’s Him that I sincerely thank/ Instead of begging for a hand-out like I’m Hillary Banks/ I reflect on grace, and express it in this message I project long range like artillery tanks/ If a brother holds green, by which to live, and give, and pay Bills like the Buffalo team/ I’m no billionaire but I’m twice as rich/ In wisdom, faith, and in righteousness/

I'm against the grain/ And homie, I ain't even got a sense of shame/ For the righteousness that flows from this man's core/ Never backin' down from the things that I stand for/ I'm against the grain... (x3)/ And homie, I ain't even got a sense of shame.
Track Name: Testimony
I got low esteem. My family's broken so/ Woe is me. Your man's emotions go/ Southbound, doubts now cloud my thoughts/ Lost count now of how many bouts I've fought/ With social anxiety and depression. I cope with pain quietly/ Self-deception, I'm showin' fake piety, trynna be righteous/ But broken inside of me, the irony's priceless/ I got no clue where I should turn/ Friends don't know, don't share my concern/ Dare I return to the circular chain of the curses and blame, all the hurt and the pain/ Or reverse and refrain from getting' involved?/ Emotionally, I'm feelin' like a medicine ball/ I've taken so many hits, man, I'm ready to fall/ This burden's too heavy to haul. Who can I call?

Hook:
If there's any way out, let me know/ This pain in my soul is taking its toll/ But, Lord, I know it's for your glory/ I trust you will restore me/ So I smile all the while/ You turn trials into testimonies

It's hard to forgive and pardon a sin/ Funny how the same flaws are harbored within myself as the souls that I often condemn/ I just keep 'em caged in like a dog in a pen/ 'Cause I long to defend my pride and integrity/ Eyes made blind to my lies and my jealousy/ Through Christ's eyes, now I'm seeing much clearer/ Reflecting on my past like I'm staring in a mirror/ So many times I wasn't keepin' the faith/ I betrayed trust, made such frequent mistakes/ But if I wanna be treated with grace/ I've got an abundance of the ugliest grudges that I need to replace/ With true love and forgiveness/ Done with the sickness inflictin' my soul and the ones that I live with/ This just a snippet/ I ain't nothing special, homie/ This just my testimony so that y'all could get to know me

[Hook]

Now, usually I'm not easily depressed/ But, recently, the stress got me sleepin' needin' rest/ For my soul, body, and mind/ Hard to wholeheartedly climb/ Knowing that my goal's hardly defined/ It's like, Father God, could you remind me of the plan again?/ Feels like I'm at a standstill like a mannequin/ In a department store/ The pressure's rising. I don't know how much my heart could store/ It's startin' to pour and I'm standin' here with no umbrella/ Simply calling out your name 'cause theirs no one better/ That I could turn to but you at times like these/ No finite means is ever gon' supply my needs/ But I know that you're near, Lord. No use in fear/ Hold hope through despair – nevermind I'm weak/ In the midst of battle, I'll find peace/ Armed with this double-edged sword that's inside my sheath.
Track Name: Good Gracious
This world could be a dangerous place/ When you're blinded to the line between the angels and snakes/ Plus everyday, we're raising the stakes/ As our time shortens. Am I marchin' with the saints of the faith?/ When they enter into heaven, steady steppin' through the streets of gold?/ Or am I rejected as a wretched and deceitful soul?/
What will be my spirit’s destination?/ Eternal Life or everlasting fear and deprivation?/ Everyday, we near the separation of soul from the flesh/ I’ve got the clearest revelation of hope and I’m blessed/ To know God ‘cause there’s no better love/ It don’t never budge/ Though Lord knows that I don’t measure up, He readily forgives/ If I had to earn His favour, I could never be His kid/ I would never be adopted, mentally a hostage/ To enemies with weaponry that’s cleverly concocted/ To meddle with my conscience, lead me astray/ The well-paved path seems the easiest way/ But it leads to corruption, greed, and destruction/ So I thank God I’m redeemed from His judgment/ I need and I trust Him to sweep in the dust bin/ Trash from my past that has been an obstruction/ Sweet Jesus! I’ve tasted a great thing/ Gratefully state that His grace is amazing

I was lost, but now I'm found (x3)
I was lost. Praise God I'm found

And if my soul is the place of His settlement/ Old strongholds must break for my betterment/ Faith is irrelevant... if I don't show grace and benevolence for neighbours and brethren/ Plagued with my arrogant selfish obsession/ Chasing for treasures in wealth and possessions/ Changed my direction then dwelt in His presence/ Now faith should be evident – vessel of blessings/ God said go lead by example/ Spread my love, plants seeds by the handful/ Yeah, and I accept my role/ Every mic I hold, I'll treat like a candle/ And shine light with this tongue of flames/ It’s a lifelong fight for the righteous and unashamed/ And I’ma go twelve boxing rounds/ Still grateful for grace, I am lost and found.

I was lost, but now I'm found (x3)
I was lost. Praise God I'm found.
Track Name: End Of The Trail
Eyo, I've come a ways since my younger days majorly/ Grateful for new freedom like a runaway slave would be/ Faithfully, God's been aiding me. I'm candidly confessin'/ That lately, I've been facing grief and family's been stressin'/ But your man has been elected by the Creator/ To embody the essence of His blessed presence as a peacemaker/ And seed-layer in my turf's dirt soil/ To reap favour, patience, and grace amidst the turmoil/ How could I sleep on the Word that opened my eyelids?/ Born of both heaven and earth, call me a hybrid/ Vehicle for miracles, homie. Check the mileage/ Got a new lease on life and Christ signed it/ That's my kind of offer/ Most cannot conceive it like spiritually they had their tubes tied by a doctor/ They deny the father like Luke Skywalker/ Inevitably begging the question of why bother?/ To say prayers or to care about scripture/ It all seems a fantasy like Paramount Pictures/ Plus, the Church hypocrisy is really a pity/ Pastors putting on a performance like Milli Vanilli, it's silly/ They often misguide. I'm not gonna lie/ The real Jesus ain't a thing like who they popularize/ If He kneeled in the sand and started drawin' a line/ Them hypocrites would all be standin' on the opposite side/ Their god is their pride. So who or what's yours?/ What guides you? Defines you? What do you lust for?/ And is your life worth the treasure that you'd die to accumulate?/ When every star turns dust, mine still illuminates/ This is for my friends and my internet fam/ Who's chasing life's meaning like the gingerbread man/ And can't catch it/ Ran reckless til I stopped runnin' at the sudden sight of the sun(Son)/ Now stand breathless.