Peabo Bryson

Product of my environment
Product of alignment
Line em up
Rely on what's allotted to me
I can take a minute of your time
& make a lion of it
What frightens most is under my control
Enlighten those
That otherwise wouldn't know
The answer is semantics
Let God do the work
The mantle I can manage
Kinda sorta
My disorder
Is out of order
This is my corner
Bodie holding what I'm the Lord of
Now hold up
I be getting ahead of myself
So often I'm the head of the help
Funny how He's the author of time
He said it himself
He'll step outside what I outline
I read it & wept
It's marriage
He took the pressure off
Impressive, my press resolved
My steps are tethered to heavens call
Whatever
I Ain't worried bout the feelings
Or the ceilings
They wanna touch a million
Ain't in a rush, I'm chilling
You feel me
Let's get it