Verse: Okay Good Morning, Good Evening and even good night bro, I feel like, we feel like, we really livin' our life tho, Lately my playlist got laced, what I like most, if you laid out my days, what am I living my life for/ examine our relations, consider what they think is norm, like I say that all my business is my business, but I could be wrong, I mighta made decision, I like to keep it as is, but apparently my parenting began before I had kids/ We hand’em death by, losing on a landslide, I readily am negligent, you maybe see me headline/ if my generation’s scaly, and most adults are flaky, the fruit don’t fall far, look at what my parents gave me/ If my folks neglected God, shoving righteousness aside, we pick up where they left off, and set the precedence for ours, if one of us sinning makes all of us sinners, way from beginning, than what is the end of it, pop’s was into multiple girls, and guess who found it browsing the internet(me)// Chorus: It’s a Pattern, they have, the live what’s established, they feel what we value, are they gone live what they ain’t suppose to carry carry/ Ah what gone inherit, Ah What they gone inherit, Ah are they gone live what they gone live what they ain’t suppose to carry// Is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chains, is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chaines, is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chains, or is you gone change and then take care of some things Verse: If only there were instances, if only there were Genesis, if only we could see how sin began and what’s the end of it/ Eve is deceived, Adam flees the Garden, Cain is conceived Chapter 4 his face is fallen/ sin crouches heavy, and none of them can take it, Cain fathers Enoch, Enoch (Grand) fathers Lamech/ Now Lamech murders two guys, before that, he got two wives, Seth had kids that called on God, and from that we got two tribes/ Barely victors rulin, cuz homey sin controls it, and we got sin contusions, cuz all the sin we holding, I came to this conclusion, and I don’t pre-suppose it, but your life affects lives, and you’re judged by what you go wit/ we carry many chains, so when is we gone wake-up, Abram lies, Isaac lies, and then it’s sneaky Jacob/ If the sin cycle festers, and we allow it to embrace us, there will rise a generation who do not thoroughly hate sin...// Chorus: It’s a Pattern, they have, the live what’s established, they feel what we value, are they gone live what they ain’t suppose to carry carry/ Ah what gone inherit, Ah What they gone inherit, Ah are they gone live what they gone live what they ain’t suppose to carry// Is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chains, is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chaines, is you gone let yo kid inherit yo chains, or is you gone change and then take care of some things Verse: By way the world go, status on a weak game, parents lackin discipline, cognitive and dissonance, 2Samuel 5...David has a bride...He’s adding concubines, and he’s got a wondering eye/ David’s lust kills the first son, the second son is Amnon, rape’s his Brother’s sister, now it’s murder birth in Absalom, Nathan swore the sword will never leave from David’s line, Solomon has concubines, now he got from chapter 5(2Samuel)/ Mom had anger problems, now the kid’s kicked out of school, Dad was passive and aggressive, children suffer from depression/ I ain’t sayin what I’m sayin so you get to point and blaming, but you wonder why you do some of the things you do, then trace it, we’re cursing our seed by not believing the one that saves men, see you don’t have to carry sin your parents left you chained in, Jesus’ death and resurrection, trampled works of Satan, and what you do today affects your generation, indeed//

Verse: simply put, you can find me, drowning in my sin, showin what I'm like from what is within, I'm born to be repugnant and I tussle and I'm cringing from what I'm injured, now let me start from the beginning/ in how I ended...up...with a distilled cup, it's like my entrails were given over, to make my end will corrupt, and now I'm seeing lately, how they rape me through they tight bands, so all my reasons not fulfillin dreams is cuz of the white man/ between the kidnaps you hear the guns clap, from a white van, next you hear the dispatch followed by the sirens, now I don't know about the calm, duck within the bushes like it's Iran, cuz all I feel is storm,with all of my comrades/ I put my momma first, cuz she'll hold me down, been through a lot of hurts, hey but she a soldier now, in order to pay rent, she'll stay, lookin for them job offers, I got my siblings, though we all got different fathers/ I met mine, we spent, now it's awkward, cuz all my peers have got a problem with they poppas, and now in order to fit in, I'm frontin like my life is harder, yet in reality I'm just a product of the horror, I'm barely confident in areas I oughta, I'm rarely gettin accolades in fact it's like an opera/ between the pitches of my momma's holla, and all the cursin, you hear the segway, cuz she don't know that later I'ma talk to her the same way, I wanna feel the heyday, so I'm stuntin like my pay rate is above normal, in fact I barely see a marriage but I know the coroners, death has never been a stranger to my cities borders/ today I seen a lady that I wanted to be more than just a shoulder, so I approached her and proceeded to be cordial, Now I'm thinking that she fine, judging in my mind based on all the pornos, and all my caveats are horrible/ but she applauded, and consented to my jargon, yet we are Fallin, like I'm Adam and it's Autumn, I beg your pardon, I know this dude don't want a problem, so we fighting cuz we gotta prove that we are harder/ I wanna be a man so my answer is to rob another man for all his product, while holding up the banga in my hand for the wallets, his mindset is, trample every competition even if its kin then will he shank or will he (Willie) lynch him, if manhood is dead or in a prison, then it's understandable why he chose the nation over Christians, abort mission cuz in the clinic dad ain't even mentioned// but that's what they missin

Verse: I see many these fellas, they running to get what they want on the grind, as if they can control what they getting, or selling, or buying, or living, or dying, they figure that living and getting whatever they willing is in they control, but they don't get it that all their materials dead at the end of the road/ So many pretend to be pious or really be righteous, but are really atrocious, outward, can they really seem right, but everyone loves sin if you haven't noticed, Like after the dinner with moms we meeting with pops, we chill on the sofa, we sayin' we livn' for God, I'm feelin' her thighs and knowing I'm bogus/ Some men of the class, don't care what they doing, they do it and knowing they wrong, like how could you say that you love her, but every other lady you ain't leaving alone, I've been up with many, that roll in their villainy, hide and they cover their tracks, who enter the end of they tyranny, only to figure out all that they gettin is wrath/ But God, in light of the beauty, within the resurrected King of the Jews, who not only showed us we wicked, but took on the penance for me and my dudes, our Good is as good as a balance that's negative, our very heart is a flaw, so if ever you thinkin you ever made it to any level...better remember in Adam we all fall// Chorus:What makes a man fooled what makes a man flawed, what's make a man true, what makes a man wrong, what makes a man Cool what makes a man right what makes a man Real what makes a man CHRIST// Verse 2:You see the majority lovin they self and they run to discredit the truth, that every intention intuition and invention it stems from the root, steeling and murder and lie, and approve it to others they love to recruit, applauding the evil hating the good, and for wicked they rally they troops/ now even the system is set up to do nothing but lead you opposite of what’s righteous, out of the heart and the mind of a man is imbedding a seed of malignants, that’s why its so easy to follow the blind and adopt and exert their devices, that’s why you can notice today many live any way and they thinking they Christian/ So they running to give out they money to charities and even to ones on the streets, they buying out lots, and setting up shops, to sell it to families cheap, and they clearing their calendar, hopping on planes to be out for a couple of weeks, cause they feel they do good when they visit the villages showin them love over seas/ But God, weighs every action in fact it’s a knack to be dragged into darkness, He dwells in a unapproachable light any excellence of us is prone to be garbage, we live on a level where nothing is ever to us a big deal but to Him it’s a problem, our offense is infinity which doesn’t begin to describe it that man is deserving the coffin// Chorus: What makes a man fooled what makes a man flawed, what's make a man true, what makes a man wrong, what makes a man Cool what makes a man right what makes a man Real what makes a man CHRIST// Verse 3: sum up my fears, I've written my lyrics, so you hopefully notice... Within my character flaws, I'm breaking the law, with every notion, the moment my secular yielding my efforts for my bit of amusement, I press against the glory and deserve the death of uzzah...meanwhile I'm learning and I'm picking up right at where he left off, as if i can live outside of God in mind of seclusion, and it's popular, what it offers ya, is a coffin bruh, and the conclusion, what makes us love what we love and pick the simple, path is foolish/ our fashion is of mad collision, pack our bags and push the limits, fact is many actin as if they can pass for christian, lackin judgement, they wonder who can use wisdom while we wallow group of youthanism, but if you're decent, ain't no need for euphemism, I know men who see the truth, and then they move to try to rid'em, but we duped to think that we can break the rules, and I'll admit if theirs a proof that God is true then he can take a man and mend him, even answer every riddle, take the brash and Make'em gentle, and refashion any mental, Make'em soldiers and defend'em, Make'em proud to be repented, rid the ounce of any sin, and take'em out to Make'em live, and resound to Make'em men//