On My Own Grits

"At long last, I am able to say a few words of my own."

Over the years we struggled while properly supported
If not gripping of the mic, mission would have to be aborted
Distorted thinking, feeling
Being bombarded by riches quenches desires
You know the flesh is never satisfied
And if somebody told you that, then they lied
Showing out for them cornball images they supplied
Got me crazy and twisted like an F-5
With a bit of jet-lagging you carry on like plane luggage or extra baggage
I think it's sad, which enables me to further my thinking to it's entire capacity, with audacity to tell you like it is
I'll pay no mind to stepping on your toes
You wouldn't be offended by reproof if you were truly my bro
Truth erupts all throughout me
I'm backed by the Scripture, so I care less if you doubt me
My part's been done, endorsed by someone greater than Nike
My psyche makes you wanna be just like me

This is me, (this is me)
By myself, (all by myself)
On my own, (on my own)
This is me, (psalms in the palm of my clutches - Starsky with no Hutches)
This is me, (this is me)
By myself, (all by myself)
On my own, (on my own)
This is me. (psalms in the palm of my clutches - Starsky with no Hutches)