Check 1, 2I know y'all miss meI had all my parts finishedFor this record, but I guess our timing didn't work outBut this is for youThis is for themAnd right here, this is for usYou can question my intentions, but the fact still remainsI've been called in this game, where bass is fully loadedComposing a symphony of change, a dollar short on timeMy watch is broke, but I put hands to the skyAnd let the sun rays fill my fingertipsPalm to palm is what I fill my rhythms withEvery word is brought to me before I write the songSee me with secular cats and say I'm livin' wrongInstead of offering up a handshake, you gave me a pancakeTurned up your nose, walked away with a mad faceCouldn't wait to tap them keys, tell cats what you seenSaid perform was unsaved, them C's, it didn't preachYeah, but I'ma pray for all of y'allThat got me in troubleGod opened your eyes, revealed the truth to youAnd dead those liesI heard the he say, she say, that message getting knownYou said hip-hop was a sin, but not if you wear the clothesSecular artists get saved, we treat them like they was GodI just wanted to say peace, but couldn't get through his entourageI guess it's this ministry, it doesn't have ministryKinda like a beautiful forest, minus treesSo please put them stones down or come out to the blockThis is where I'll be at until the sky gets crackedSeth's static, yeah, I'm out to cause mayhemChrist chose twelveA new one of them will betray himIt's like that, y'allIt's like that, y'allP.J. Katz underneathFinalarts.net, boy518 representativeSeth's staticGood point, manTunnel ratsDeep Space FiveOh, bullyWhat?Nah, I ain't angryDefinitely focused, thoughCome see me