Bread

[Verse]
It's the verse of the month! yeah, I'm trying to bless 'em
Keep 'em guessing: "what's he gonna do with the next one?"
One exception, I'll be repping the kingdom of Heaven
Cause my profession is my profession
Even though it costs me like a hobby
It won't stop me cause I know where God has called me
The genre polarized but I ain't shocked G
'cause some fans got 2 faces like Shock G
You gotta love it though
You can't expect the beloved throne and not butt end of unfunny jokes
One day they wanna wave palms and sang psalms
Next week they wanna bang gongs when your tapes on
They think you changed on them
You may share your life and battle scars
[but] they don't know you they know your avatar
Can't even tell the two cats apart
Talking 'bout the old you 'cause they own two products you're rapping on
They don't want the bold truth but the acts performed
Reason with them, it's no use, the facts are lost
Some of them probably think I'm conceited
For talking 'bout me when really talking 'bout Jesus
Some things I identify and agree with
If you follow God and He got it won't we get it?
You think know folks but underestimate the depth of a grown soul
And can't project the steps of his soul's growth
Your perspective is so gross
Such disrespect from so close
What you expect from a social media post
You've only seen bol [boy] through a peep hole
Never see them up close
You're like the heads who followed Him
Till He said that He was The bread if you want to live then swallow Him
Thought He switch cuz His first statements did not offend
But you're the one who flipped homie let's not pretend
When it hits the fan, you resent the man
Ditch the plan, won't give em a hand, and you diss the fans
From "hosanna in the highest" to "crucify him"
But the Unleavened Bread you rejected is still rising
Despite the hate and the criticizing
For guidance he kept his eyes on the I am
Traitors couldn't deny him his triumph
Even trying buy it is unwise finance
When you invest in death what you gonna reap?
Do you expect to rest when you go to sleep?
Can you inspect the depths when the flow is deep?
When you accept your breath it ain't yours to keep
You gotta let it go never hold
On for so long it's no longer death's opponent
Cause it can only refresh for a sec or so
Before it becomes treacherous, best left alone
And if even air by nature is naughty
Then there's room and forgiveness for traitors in the body
Inhale, exhale, on the next one
It's time for me to write a new verse for next month

[Chorus]
The verse of the month, free like a grab bag
Bars over beats like bombs over Baghdad
Don't sleep, stay woke, click the hashtag
Truth music got em yelling out "that's facts"
Beat got a limp like a pimp strut
Flows like the liquor in a pimp cup
But I ain't a pimp don't let it offend ya
But free stuff is strictly for Ninjas
It's The Verse Of The Month!