Enough

I'm tired of putting in some work just to wait and see
I know I got a lot of strengths, but not with patience b
Cause all I see is a vacant seat, and I hope one of my folks fill it up
But that won't happen, cause we won't give you what you want

We battle rapping, and you be yelling "turn it up"
Em' shackles rattling, you say you don't give a
Yea I know it looks greener on the other side
But did you know, a dreamer designed the other side (it's an illusion)

Please don't get bitter, just reconsider
What I'm here to address
Just cause it got glitter, don't make it better
It's just gon make a bigger mess

So please don't make a bigger mess
Chasing fool's gold won't satisfy the flesh
But what do I know
I'm over here rapping about the Bible (Right?)

My father once told me "head of a rat over tail of a lion"
I thought this dude is crazy, I'm not even lying
But just maybe he's on to something here
Can't hop on bandwagons, gotta pioneer

Don't covet, cause if you really had it you won't love it
The neighbor's grass is greener, have you seen the blue above it?
Everybody wants to shine, but nobody wants to polish

What am I after? Who am I after? What am I chasing?
Cause I have conformed, it's become a norm, feeling real complacent
I'm done with that, done with that whoa
Cause I've had enough

Thou shall not covet but whatever we don't have
We want it to flaunt it
We love it and can't wait to get up on it
We live for our urges, 'stead of kicking 'em to the curb
We should be licking at the chops when it comes to living the Word

Driven by emotion, waiting for that next promotion
And if we don't get it, Lawd here comes the commotion
Drama, like yo' momma jokes to a momma's boy
That's a grown man though, but momma never cut the cord

We're so attached to the golden calf, only giving God a fraction of our hearts
We don't even know the math
All we do is count money as joy
But we're miscalculating if we think that money employs our joy

Whether employed or jobless, notice how hard it gets
To serve two masters, really who's our audience?
Better yet, what's our life purpose?
Work our whole lives for greener pastures only to die working?

If we gon work ourselves to death
Might as well be left with righteousness
Otherwise, we gon be them guys
Jordan meme with the crying eyes when we realize that we lived rich but still. died

Broker than an unemployed homeless dude
With a fracture, crutches and one shoe
Lord, remove this lust
And lead us to pastures that are greener than printed paper stating In God We Trust, word up

What am I after? Who am I after? What am I chasing?
Cause I have conformed, it's become a norm, feeling real complacent
I'm done with that, done with that whoa
Cause I've had enough