Misconception-Lecrae/Propaganda. Braille/Odd Thomas

One woman in my living quarters And I ain't throwing dollars to a side chick Ciroc didn't play a part at all I comb through it and it's the woman that I pick Wedding hand on the left hand Head first into the moshpit And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious You messin' up that good music when you add the Consequence Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common Sense We set fire to your box, keep your four squares I hear you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!" Yeah we christian that's neither here nor there The track still getting chewed up, homie four pairs We say they missing out and that don't make no sense, eh? YOLO's a no show for repeat, we syndicate Following their passions while we following the Master So we sorta kinda imitate following what Sensei Synonym, sin in 'em And it's the sin in us if we keep it Benjamin But the difference is that this life didn't pleasure us Tried to let it rule but that ruler didn't measure up So they question us living as king "How He change your name to peace? ", you ain't get the metaphor Let me write it down life's more than spinning wheels Christ bought the foul, you can pick that letter up We're flawless and we think we're better It's official got it all together We don't want em getting the wrong impressions Cause that ain't real that's a misconception Been a struggle only Jesus kept us And we still fall, so it's hard to get up We don't want em getting the wrong impressions Cause this is real ain't no misconception Got a girl on my arm but that's my wife though And I don't need a side piece, I don't like those Lil mama working that body why she's eyes closed Say his pockets way too fat they need lipo Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem bottles Lift em up, shawty bad, she look like a model Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we follow Past that, looking back things are kind of hollow I never be slaved the most in commons Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga And miss me all together you squeezing that llama We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the Father Don't approach me, better unproach me My words were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me still So sorry that I hurt em hope they heal Had to peel appeal em was the mirage But homie that wasn't real they still live in they garage They got trend setters and hell raisers We stay in our own lane we trailblazers We all trail, we all failing constantly Easy, that's a tall tail, apostrophe But we playing to lose all, a new sport So tell em we bruise hard They throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin') I write in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin') I guess they figured if they kill us then we'll cease They forgot this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin') And who is we? We just some raggedy believers Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?) So they think but they don't get to know me They throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely) Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak And I don't fit in your genre, don't try to box me But punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus) But wait I know you think this here is gospel rapping It's more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and The streets told me real killers move in silence Then how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh) But let's take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions That I'm something other than you with a different direction I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar