'tis the time to tell a tale too tall
take a tip of two cents
from a thought too small
full of insecurity to the teeth
trying to take it
his soul was bare naked
so he thought that he could fake it
and he found a fear
full of force and fury
folly fed frailness
the future felt blurry
and faith though familiar
fell a few feet far
his fickle little heart
feels a tad torn apart
the daily dose of daring
to do different
to make a mark a message
the music may be missing
a message of Christ
the message of life
a message of day
a message that would burn through the night
i'm trying to understand as a young man
how to reconcile the
Christ in me with who i really am
so you call it art
but it's me in music form
to give glory to God
that's for what i'm born
Hmmm they’re expecting perfection
So as a fallible man
how do you step with
integrity and excellence
though mistakes are inevitable
Errors do you hide
em away in a crucible
They fester and boil
your inner turmoil’s
a mix of chaos failure anger
and a bit of holy oil
So as an architect
artist or an actor
do you pin the Christian tag
before or after
Regardless where I put it
I’m smashed into pudding
If I’m flogged for my beliefs
I’ll just regain my footing
You can call me cheesy
you can say I’m corny
but you can’t deny the skills
and artistry that i’ll be honing
in the laboratory trying to comprehend
and tell my story
from my childhood days
to my college dormitory
Thus this balancing act
I can’t forfeit
Keeps me in-check
when I’m drifting out of orbit
I’m feeling like a giant
taller than Goliath
Not because I’m great
but because I’m repping I Am
I used to be about only me
so defiant
Till I gave my life away
now I find that I am flying
Even higher that sky
I’m soaring through the galaxies
Fire in my eyes
Scott Summers on a rapping beat
Inspired by the lines of the Word
no blasphemy
Tired of the slime
I put these other rappers after me
Tell me what’s the aftermath
I feel like it’s a tragedy
The topics that these rapper rap
about so casually
Sex money drugs
Morally decapitating everything I love
Can I wave it gone magically
Cause our children are the casualties
A tall price to pay
like a fish filet from Applebee’s
I’m all about the honor
a standard that I stand for
The higher than the standard
is a standard that demands more
And I'ma meet the quota
A new breed of rapper that'll change
all the negativity that rap has shown us
In an industry full
of shallow means to make a profit
Is an emcee unrelentingly
speaking as a prophet
Over all the nonsense
I could care less
If I make you shake your booty
but your soul remains unblessed
That's the reason
why I spit it to the best
Of my ability
forever I'll be killing these beats yes