Rhymes And Reasons

I don't rhyme for the money, clothes, cars or fast women

Iced out jewels, fame or the platinum

The pen and pad form monogamy and rep the colony

If you feel follow me, this is the christ philosophy (2x)

Before i spit let me pray lord elshadai

If this is out of ya will then cut it from the thigh

I want to be obedient to ya call and answer

Not just romance ya, flip then throw a tantrum

Some things that i see is irking me, over working me

Violation like burglary, deep like surgery

It seem we got teachers and preachers straight robbing us

Leaders of the christian populace stay jogging us

With philosophies and theories that's man maid, man laid

Chill, is that in the gospels, yo man wait

I tried and tried to ignore and understand it

Squeeze it within my bandwidth, initially i banned it

Cause christ ain't center his life on my blessing

And christ ain't centered on money making lessons

And christ ain't die on the cross to make cash

If you think so, make like sugar grits and break-fast

Where did you get this don't tell me the spirit is your witness

You laid prostrate praying to the christ relentless

Or did you skip him solely relying on five senses

To back up ya plan out of a chapter used ya sentence

Listen, the people of god need to flourish, need to be encouraged

Need to be taught to move with courage

But these leaders bling-blinging and our pockets ching-chinging

Man, speak the word of the lord, my spirits fiending

Chorus (2x)

Through many trials and travels, i witnessed idol babel

Seen wicked plans unravels instead of rock they gravel

I see the tales they tattle, steez be the big cheese

The big man, its like hand shaking eddie scissorhand

You want the doe fam, go spit with x and jigga man

You can't lead the way duke, you pop the cork on liquor man

That ain't fresh, cigarettes and e&j on morning breath

The mind of christ you more than left, soon for you we mourning death

Check ya mind state, wwjd that hold weight

More than ya crib, ya whip, and ya karat gold plate

Follow christ not socrates, he's still flesh and bone

Upon his ear is where i rest my tone, still addressing home

Pressing on, what the word say, instead of wordplay

You walk in first light thon, i'm living out the third day

I, got christ in the worst way, as the deer pants when he's thirsty

I long for the living water

So leader's whatch your preaching, what type of bread you heating

Is it the word of god or did you slip and mix the leaven

Release yourself and trust in christ for task that's insurmountable

Cause' in the end you my friend that help fully accountable