Best Of Me

All of the things I do for love

Wondering if it's good enough

I can't let it take control of me

But I promise I'll stay

I promise, you'll see

I promise to give you the best of me

Will I let you down? Will I disappoint?

If it's too many bars, will you miss the point?

Rapping that Similac or giving voice to the loins

Making music for the shows or explicit joints

Paying homage to the heads, the Killa Bee's

A bunch of similes over Dilla beats

Or maybe I instead start mimicking the industry

Get trapped in a genre that isn't me

I know you gotta play the game for the victory

Balance is the challenge, selling out is a quick defeat

Trying not to let my identity

Be wrapped up in whether or not you play repeat or skip this beat

Whether or not you're impressed by my wordplay

Drama that my verbs make, keeping me in first place

Was that line offensive? Should you run it back?

Did you catch that metaphor on the first play?

Is my status based off of endless tweets?

If you're talking classics, will you mention me?

I don't wanna let y'all down, what if you don't feel me?

Will you have a field day if this feels weak?

I know I probably shouldn't say this

But hey it's Sinema, I'm giving you the real me

Is this pressure

Because I made my success an obsession? Am I lesser?

When Christ says that I'm already accepted now

This standard that I'm holding up the reason I can't let you down

It's been two years, and I am afraid of

Not making a classic that's not Wake Up

The weight of, the weight of the last one kinda takes a

Toll on my heart, pay up, keep it in line, shape up

Taper, gonna take a whole lot more to fade us

You see what my heart's made of, darker than Darth Vader

Want the Marc Jacobs

More than the ladder that's marked Jacob's

The latter is far greater, former is small taters

Compared to the glory the Lord's been storing for our sake cuz

After Revelation, way before Sega

That's Genesis, His image is making us far greater

So I ain't gotta measure up to your standard

Cuz I know I don't measure up to your standard

Perfection of the cross says I'm inadequate handle this

My heart wasn't made for glory

But the blessing of the cross says I'm that equipped to battle this

Why? Cuz Jesus stands before me

I'm human, I'm prone to fail you, on E

So at some point I'm gonna fail you, sorry

It's freedom in that, so stop stressing

On whether I'm hot or not, stop guessing

I don't need your two thumbs up, so stop texting

Perfection is the goal, but excellence is accepted

All last year I was wrestling with depression

School of hard knocks till I finally learned the lesson

You don't learn to trust God till you gotta trust God

Don't learn you got nothing until it's just God

All of the things I do for love