Piecemeal

[Verse #1]

I'm the explicit version without the illicit cursing

I sit atop these radio-friendly missing persons

A diversion from the 9-to-5 grind that you've been working

An answered prayer, we strike the match that keeps desire burning

This perverted graduating class is looking for the backdoor

It goes disco, ska, neo-soul and rapcore

Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents

There's only so long you'll piggyback on our accomplishments

You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense

Guilt trip, that's all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits

The vaulted lips can fall off with the crabs in a bucket

In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets

But I can't believe the hype. See it's not the way that I'm programmed

I read between the lines and fingertips when you fold hands

In five years, they'll know what I know and you'll have no fans

And I'll still be making classic records as an old man...

[Hook]

If you know the words, you can sing these songs

And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palm

We break it into pieces so all ears can listen

We break it into pieces so all ears can listen

[Verse #2]

There's a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling folly

Parlor-tricking hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets

Economics downtrodden. The stock market is struggling

And all the sorrow's packaged up and Fed-Exed to the government

Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in

But knowing's more than seeing now we're choking on the freedom

That we're breathing, and we all take a beating

When we treat God like a distant cousin 'cause we're so ashamed

And faith is more than Sunday School and sermons on the weekend

Speaking loud and pointing fingers and deciding who's to blame

Blatant accusations knock fam out the frame

I write the way I write because there's power in the name

And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper-sticker tag line

It cheapens what He did and who He is to all his people

We're on different pages of the same book. Believe me, that's fine

Just don't get offended when Dust drops the needle...

[Hook]

[Verse #3]

Too hot for TV, radio, magazines and movies

Put in work off the clock while the sign reads "Off-Duty"

Sign verses, "Yours Truly," pollute the stream of consciousness

I'm calling public libraries and begging 'em for sponsorship

I'm the type of guy that's real easy to get honest with

Never mind the fact that in rap I'm like a monolith

The archetype pondering breaking the bonds that hold us

In a monstrous move that's reminiscent of the Kold Krush

Mold my will 'til it resembles divine covenents

Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering

Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter

Over every inch of global territory much faster

Cast lots for a chance to advance my point of view

In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you

If all hearts could do their part beyond what we feel

We'd make it in one shot. But for now, we'll do it piecemeal...

[Hook]