Vanity Fair

Here’s a renaissance for the renegades Yeah I’m inner calm I got inner grace I don’t say much but I demonstrate Outside of song They don’t imitate Man it’s all art but it’s no heart So from that crowd I just emigrate See I’m part of the problem Not the pardon as the persona non grata they denigrate That’s the part of the saga that isn’t safe Every part of their drama they vindicate This is looking catholic how they venerate Then escape any trace of Lemonade That’s a Jay Bey JK Make way for some to say I'm a speculator Look we can say so long just don’t get caught in the elevator That's a carnal etiquette to settle scores I got ready rhetoric to edit wars I accept regret for what I said in swords I could never debit all the red of course But He bled to X it from the ledger for us Resident of heaven I'm indebted towards Definite that debt isn't a metaphor That's a taste of grace I'm better for it This is Heirrow Space I pray you're checking for us But not checking for us more than you're checking for your credit score Or debit source or You're gonna hear me to no avail I brought my fears and insecurities for show and tell Hope for sale care to buy To clarify, blue check I would care why I want true checks now bear in mind I know nobody's making 3 times what your favorite artist makes verified So when they give advice I'm like spare it guys I mean I'm all for the Team Spirit guys But I'm a free agent in my lyric prime looking for the Max-deal contract I will not help you career revive Am I clear guys Great There I go not being friendly And I know I should let go plenty but then the stress goes busy And I echo pitty till it echoes empty Long nights and the XO Remy His mercies are new every morning I just wish I didn't need so many This is reality I get bitter with my inner depravity Bicker with the Winters in my anatomy Selfcentered selling sinners my agony Prone to sin within my sentimentalities Then my hope begins to give in to gravity I feel alone I feel at home in my apathy No one knows the smile and pose is formality Then I get upset like it ain't respect Talking bout my time Better talk about a check Talking bout my prime then we're talking bout a threat If we're talking about my mind I've been hanging by a thread Although many won't mind if the rope slashes The masses will go home like ish happens Followed with a quick post and a hashtag And a half baked so sad then it all passes Now ask if I'm at risk Not as long as I'm at this Not as long as my God is knowable I recognize that I'm not approachable I'm very cerebral with lots of emotional longitudes I sit in solitude jotting these quotables In my relationships I got so tired of feeling disposable so I disposed a few But did that work You know it ain't work I’m not okay and I’m aware of it Why’s that embarrassing I’m trying to stop using retail as a therapist Here I am trying to learn of my purpose instead of embracing the trap of comparison I lack samaritans Maybe due to lack of character or from not lacking in arrogance Either way I’m feeling derelict Any day could be despair again That’s when Jesus is a garrison Yet I treat Him like an irritant I know my sin is egregious A grievance And perilous Yet I treat it like it’s merited Now I’m in prayer just seeking and pleading to care again Couple days later repeat the experiment I need a Savior and He ain’t American Nah