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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.