Dig A Grave

Shoutout Lecrae, yeah
Tryna rise, man
Yeah
Uh

Shoutout Da 12
Yeah, let's go
Late nights, early mornings, uh
That's the grind, old me is tryna come back

Gotta leave him behind, we don't get alone
Well, he's got a whole lot of rage
Thinkin' its fuel to his fire, but it's really just chains
Tryna see it change, but I've never been one for that

Runnin' laps on these tracks with the pen on the pad
I think we lack people speakin' up for what really matters
Arguments are pointless and nothin's gettin' better
How is it truth if everybody's got their own version

Made in the fire, that's why my heart is burnin
You'll fight for it if it's worth it, no excuse
Ay, tell me, what are you willin' to go through
Reachin' the place of desperation so that God can start placin' his hand

In my life, I can't survive without him
My life can blow with the wrong step like a mine
Anything can happen, it's only a matter of time
Killin' a part of me that wants to impress

And if you want me, you get all of me, including my mess
I kick game like I'm messi
If life is a test, I'm in the school of hard knocks
Class is a session, uh

No need to be an artist, that's big
If your impact is bigger than you, you get it
Old me told me that I can never change
Let him talk while I continue to dig a grave

Ay, listen to the melody
Ay, listen
Yeah, you're never too far, you're never

Uh, you're never too far gone
Uh, your pleading case has been covered by grace
I know it's hard to face
Well, at least for me it is, I feel guilty

I could be free, why do I still hold the key
Honestly, a way of thinkin' I gotta kill
Anything good, that's a battle uphill
The fire will reveal who you really are inside

So don't just give up, continue to keep up the fight
You're not who you used to be
Even when he or she is nagging at you internally
Satan speaks and its always a lie

His native tongue listenin' to him's like listenin' to media
It's dumb, I look out into the world through the lens of the spirit
Callin' me to new heights, yeah, I know that I hear it
I don't need an audience to know that what I write can make a difference

Knew that ever since I was a kid
Now I'm livin' on my own, payin' rent for my home
With these ebenezer stones on the corner of the road
A couple years ago, I was just a high school kid

Go back in time, he'd never believe the life I live
I ain't special, not at all
But I got big dreams, and I plan to do whatever it takes to see them happen
This music's a reminder that I've changed

The old me, let him talk while I dig a grave, yeah