We Workin-Grits

We Workin - Grits We Workin Redemptions Grits Verse 1: Call it a second wind the beast has awoken from the pen Departed from sin, but still breakin' bread with my kin On a deeper water mission, pimpin' , fishin' for men Who glisten and grin, but keep a darker secret within I'm a deeper light exposin' them Chosen to bring Jehovah through Move it, or I'm runnin' over you Ludacris with a bigger shoe Stompin’ you out like Herc would do Signaling death to flirt with you Touching G's and working you Lyrically I'm Da Vinci Code Listen we're at the Super Bowl, the game you're trying to get to Rookie, you in training clothes, we're franchise in booth Country boys, but city with it Foolish flows, and witty with it Give it how it’s given Painted pad and higher livin’ Never switchin’ my position Put my kids in your condition Stackin paper like im Staples Stable livin, that’s the mission Illustrated, documented, Future Scriptures: spit it! Finished. Ya I said it cuz I meant it and I mean it cuz I live it Verse 2: Pop the top, it’s a celebration! Everyone’s invited, excited, to deliver to you The results: the few have been ignited! Got it through treacherous realms Uttered the devil’s hails Led me subconsciously back to well off the Father’s begins Earn a strike or two, seeing if I was ever in the path of imminent danger Remember the separate image I analyze the results the culmination of repercussions We be up for anything in our discussions Never blushin’, speak candid, so the mass can understand it Eradicate what’s in my vicinity, annihilation’s my purpose Worthless, gaining anonymity, no matter cuz they gonna remember me Spoke golden, why determine they holding two titles at the same time Artist and CEO, no picture in my frame of mind Redemption record comin’ soon, Savor the most, so post blogs, on your MySpaces, or to any friends in high places Interject it, dissect it, aim it, shoot it, direct it Give myself a personal evaluation: I wrecked it!