Poetic Lace - Show Must Go On

They say its time for change
I got the clock
They say they looking for change
I got the coins
Well let me talk to em
Well let me talk to em

I'm so poetic I got insulin like a diabetic
That cure to all that sweet talk man they so pathetic
Glorifying themselves before God
Its time to arrest em' for identity fraud
Only looking to the heavens when they need a blessing
Then God won't hear from em' until they start stressing
Ah lesson
I aint preaching I'm just teaching
Want the truth then Christ the One you been reaching
For
Dora no need to explore
Cause I'm the one that God implored
But talk is cheap so Ima walk expensive
Come side ways your care will be intensive
Its new style man heavenly I'm ah poetic menace
I'm treating liars like Wilson so I guess I'm Dennis
Its time to pull you out this hell you're no longer tenants
Hip-hop is back so Ima let her sing it

They say music is dead, well Ima bring it back
God first on my mind you can't kill that
They say music is dead well Ima bring it back
God first on my you can't kill that

They say poetry and pistols make the world turn
I'm trying to get up out this hell before my world burns
Its has the kids dying leading to the mommas crying
But we some true soldiers so of course we keep fighting
So to them demons
I'm on that Tupac
Watch I hit em' up
With two glocs,
Old Testament
And New Testament
I'm the new Christian
Call me heaven sent
Point out my competition
I'll show them opposition
Weapons of mass destruction coming from compositions
Ha I aint fronting I'm just stuntin
With Christ I kick it so we really call it puntin
To you fairy tellers better find a new grind
I aint looking for Nemo got bigger fish to fry
The fisherman Poetic Lace in your face
I already said it let ol' girl sing our place

They say music is dead, well Ima bring it back
God first on my mind you can't kill that
They say music is dead well Ima bring it back
God first on my you can't kill that

Verse three is ah killer but not ah blood spiller
I'm talking mind filler just to get your spirit iller
Tell me who's realer
God or the stealer
Think about it before your life starts to wither
Beat Man tell me bout these empty spaces
I'm trying to fill in the void or just switch places
Is it better to be on the top or the bottom
Regardless they want you to fall like its autumn
Somebody, tell me what they rap for
They rap about the same thing I think Ima finna snore
Money ice chicks and cars
That aint what it takes to be real star
Gotta be real
Gotta reach out
Help the kids man teach em' what life is all about
Pay attention its time to wake up
We movin' mountains
Get your faith up

They say music is dead, well Ima bring it back
God first on my mind you can't kill that
They say music is dead well Ima bring it back
God first on my you can't kill that

Yes sir
God first
This what happens when silence falls
The truth gets heard
P-Lae'

Written by:
LE'SERONE SMITH

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