WE GIVE YOU THE GRACE

I never seen a mortal walk on water But I've seen him turn tears to a flood All my heroes born from a slaughter Pick me up Yeah, yeah Pick me up, yeah We all marked on dead on our arrival Living on with a foolish heart For you I wage war with the bible Pick me up Yeah, yeah Pick me up, yeah I don't share your insecurities bout life So, you're scared? What of it? What of it? I love you as you, you're fine So please soothe your gentle mind In this life of love you'll find What of it What of I give you The grace The grace Lord Lord I give you permission to fail To fail into grace What's the best way I can simplify this story? How to let you in I never put my faith in anything more than imagination And while they were grading me in classes I was composing my art, replicating the classics Doing math, studying what does it take to be the greatest version of me I can manage And all adults did was hand me they backs Running they mouth Fucking me over, sluting me out (No one to vouch, man they thought I headed south) And with that type of environment, I grew timid to advice I was sorting my vices, making sense out what I write In this life of OutKast, I was less of big boy And more three Stacks Speaker knockers meets tame Impala Chevrolet, cross plastered on my grill Christ speaking thru my lyrics Price breading into guilt Yeah, little did I know But the riddles that I spilled Turned my glitters into gold And what's broken into whole For years my homie Regis joked I was off the grid I'd ghost, I had no state ID, my social was stolen Man, I guess I grew up as a late bloomer He also said that the rhyme schemes that I produce Can take time to appreciate And I got amused My flowers probably won't arrive any sooner than my funeral Got to find the humor in it It's ironic Cause July's shy of June Where the gardens one harvest Do things that make your body swoon Pure poetic Beauty in the journey Pretty picture of the spectrum Cause the film take time to develop The setup now a days is I don't focus on no social media page I lay low, raise aim to my goals, my shots thrown Devote time, create and then I pray about it After all I'm just a mortal man And everything I ain't make me everything I am Well said by my heroes that failed Nailed to crosses, ne'er-do-wells Bared by hells but still tough enough to do well When their heart wails So, I hold them in high regards You have permission to fail So, come along to somewhere I can take you where it's painless Bitter pill to swallow when you dealing these changes Sacrificial when you trade your friends for entertainment But we won't die nameless By grace of my god I never seen a mortal walk on water But I've seen him turn tears to a flood All my heroes born from a slaughter Pick me up Yeah, yeah Pick me up, yeah We all marked on dead on our arrival Living on with a foolish heart For you I wage war with the bible Pick me up Yeah, yeah Pick me up, yeah I don't share your insecurities bout life So, you're scared? What of it? What of it? I love you as you, you're fine So please soothe your gentle mind In this life of love you'll find What of it What of I give you The grace The grace Lord Lord I give you permission to fail To fail into grace