South Michigan St. (Speed By)

Ima tell you a story
About some men that I saw

It's too cold to be so carefree but they do not care
Assuming for good reason that we barely know they here
But I see you, godly men, I see the way you speak
I feel it ain't coincidence I see you as I speed... by
Speed by

I'm just tryna get home, hear the track that I wrote
Get in my zone, maybe zone out on my phone
All I know I don't wanna be on these roads
Exactly where I'm at
But then I saw them
Outside of the former barbershop I frequent now
In a better part of town
I feel it going down
Compassion building in my mind
Heard Mr. Wendal, How Much a Dollar too many times not to find
This shift in my mental, praise God
So I skip the judgmental
And I go straight to the curious
Wonder what they discussin
Too engaged for it not to be something
Philosophical, I know enough to know it ain't stock options so
I see they see what's important
I wanna follow, bro

It's too cold to be so carefree but they do not care
Assuming for good reason that we barely know they here
But I see you, godly men, I see the way you speak
I feel it ain't coincidence I see you as I speed... by
Speed by

Configuration like the Trinity icon
That occupies the Lock Screen of the phone that I type on
Ain't seen it in a while now that I think about it
Some homeless sojourners journeying, man I think I found it
A parallel so striking I can't leave it dormant
But then again I might cuz this ain't that important
It'll make a good song though, I pick a beat out
I write half of this track and then I walk in the house
Come back in a month and it's a gut punch
I been something like depressed and I wake up round lunch
This getting normal for me nowadays
I feel the urge to rap and come across this page
Take a look at my Lock Screen and then my writtens
A month ago I typed this quickly then got back to business
Now to my own naïveté I have become a witness
I saw God on that street corner, barely gave em 30 minutes