Nowhere (Demo Version)

What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah

Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out, saying I'm backsliding
"'Cause the service still going and I got class assignments
And Mrs. Jackson done had the Spirit for half the time
And we've been here since ten, but that short hand 'bout to slap the five
But though the calls to discipleship took forever
Less a young man of God, more chicken in cooker pressure
Push and pressing his luck, I'm hearing a Whammy with deacon talk
Rev, I'm too young, it's difficult simply to breathe and walk
Without feeling my kneeling's a superficial ruse
Still hearing whistles, so is this Book the official rules
Drastic passages, manifest for their destiny
Then Daddy fanning fires by handing me Stolen Legacy
Besides, I'm questioning whether I'm even part of plans
Couldn't catch the Spirit with Stick-Um and Cris Carter's hands
Do I believe in Heaven and Hell and the Godhead
Foggy as London, but won't hear me saying He's not there

Road to the truth seems like a long way (WAY)
Tucking my map, stay in the wrong state (STATE)
Almost to E, my fuel is gone away (AWAY)
In need of a push, don't wanna stall today (OK)
Stranded alone, homie, I'm so scared (SCARED)
But if He ain't the key, then I know I'm going
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-no-nowhere

Out in the wild, my Basic Instructions collecting dust
I'm out of bounds, behavior repugnant, respecting nothing
Holy rollers, annoying when trying to save me the melee
Holy waters, need a dip, but guilt tripping? That ain't a vacay
If free will is the vehicle prone to roam
Shifting gears to safer roads, I had to hone on my own
After sifting through prophets for profit in towns full of clones
God's whispering like, "U-Haul and unload, you've found your home
Where fellowshipping in love's the only policy
No histrionics or mockery, all philosophy
But irony: while counting twenties in stewardship
Satan's side betting like, "Million dollars this dude'll quit
Between a lack of support, tucking my demons
People gleaning every weekend, I weakened, "Bump it, I'm leaving
Ghost of Moses is bugging and pleading like, "Joseph, the morbid fear
Israelite eleven nights: blink and it's forty years

Road to the truth seems like a long way (WAY)
Tucking my map, stay in the wrong state (STATE)
Almost to E, my fuel is gone away (AWAY)
In need of a push, don't wanna stall today (OK)
Stranded alone, homie, I'm so scared (SCARED)
But if He ain't the key, then I know I'm going
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-no-nowhere

Four years ago, was still a man of God
But struggles abducted me from the hand of God
Had me spazzing in cars, crying and mad at God
Poor man's Banneker: reimagined the plans of God
I'm weary and wheezing trying to abandon God
Hard to run for long when you fail to train for the marathon
Question positions: "Lord, why am I here and not over there
THERE is the fountain of my prime, HERE is just older hair
Pondering my choices at-large, due diligence was nil
Following the voices of frauds too vigilant to steal
Panicking, reclusive, telegraphing excuses
Tough imagining passions get blasted in tragic shootings
Lysette drafted the blueprint: young, sad and the bluest
Can't even fathom which faction has actually grasped the truth
Is it the Baptists or Buddhists, Muslims or Jewish, could be Yoruba
Headache from all of this knowledge, I vomit, could be medulla
Or maybe I'm complicating it purposely
'Cause the fate You created, I face it nervously
The younger version of me unveiled a thesis
Asked baby boy to spell out Your name, he spelled it Jesus
And we ain't have to teach him
Almost defeated and faced a hostile life
But that's evidence to increase the faith like Apostle Price

So why you still runnin' now?