The King Without a Quarter

Pale
So pale
Franklins
Well what can I say man except for the fact
That I've been not having an amount of that
Passed on and gone verde president
For a chance to be wrapping around them bands to fit
And I've been without
But I'm awake and have found a new goal for myself
Matter of fact
Out of the gate
I've gotta offer a sorry for apathy
Hyping the freedom of copping the lines of the hottest of clothes

How could I be seeing it even if but for a second acceptable
That I go onto the web and invest in designer attire
Reclining on cheeks that I know would get pampered and powdered
When I was a child and climbing in diapers
These prices are just like the ways of my Heavenly Father
Undeniably higher
I can not in my right mind justify
This method of chunking up ducats at something
That's gonna come off of me if anybody say
Run it
Especially dumb I know that I'd feel
If they wanted the threads on my legs
As inevitably it would be leading to me
Having to depart from the scene in my undies in public

How I'm gonna go from singing
Oh God this is an amazing grace
This is unfailing love
My Jesus that You would take my place
Submitting to the will of the Father and leaving Your chambers
All of the angels singing and shouting
You're holy
There's nobody greater
To the very next thing
I may as well not even have blinked
Already thinking of all that I've never had in my possession
A sinner conceding to what can so easily
Become a repeated routine of appeasing the flesh
God as if I'm deserving of anything other than awful a death

I just recently was digging around in my lyrics from
Let's say a different life
And right there in my face
Plain and simply stated
Was something along the lines of
Man I gotta get that Gucci buckle around my waist
I mean the way that I see it
It is an actual need that I see them G's underneath my navel
Like I want to be covered head to toe in that drip like
Like a Navy Seal when not a drill is dressed to kill
Coming off the ship and then out of the water with a hell to give
Yopper doing the talking
Pop-pop being the dialogue
Some they say
I'm only doing my job
Others however got a hankering
Distribute a spanking
Better believe there is a debt to be paid
And I want my scalps

But let me get back to the topical Rogaine
Gotta regain the focus
The theme of the thing and my motive for composing
For reason of rust and of moth
But mostly how pleasing a fragrance I know that it is to the Father
I can't let it be serving as a component for the striving of my soul
So much for rolling on swangas that I placed on a Rolls
But it is what it is
Like the album by Joseph McVey and the Truth that is Trae
That I bumped from the jump in the H
Or Conroe
Whatever though
But hey
Nor will I be lonely on an island
With a hope that one day I can say that your boy's on a boat

It became more apparent with every day that'd pass that my heart was appalling
For those that are recalling my arrogant imbecile insecure vomiting
I know that an apology is called for
Barking remarkably often like
I'll be on top of the world being swamped in the profit
My pride He detested it
Sinful investment and an awful deposit
Really if anything at all
So He got me in a way like Zachariah in the Bible like
How about you stop all that talking?

The love of the Father
It's only by grace that I'm saved
Pardoned by the life that was offered up as an atonement
The Lamb that was slaughtered and slain for my sake
I know my trust is best to be placed in His wisdom
Cuz say I'd attempted it
And He permitted my poetry popping
Resulting in a hindering void in my heart with no option until
The car hit a ditch
But the caption before it had happened would have been
Life is swell
Can't you tell?
VVS on the wrist