mr whosoever - poetry in a snapback lyrics
[hook]
greetings from the backpacker on the open mic
that redneck white kid who’s trying to get wise
i don’t look like much, but play the beat back
i’m going to give y’all that poetry in a snapback
x2
[verse 1]
only god can judge me, so turn that down
that’s the easy thing to say when the weed loud
but if you believe in god, don’t you believe that he talked?
i know you registered late, but don’t you know that he walked?
he said to come to the cross where his blood was shed
to come where they drove the th-rns in his head
3 nails and he took your pain, no voodoo
and you hating on him, ’cause you just wanna do you?
its time to wake up, this ain’t a dead religion
this is that real talk, i think i deserve a listen
not because i have any credibility
but because i got something that’ll change you for eternity
in me, in who? in you if you can get it right
but you gonna have to swerve, like a deer in your lights
or its lights out, ’cause on this road, you were not meant to be
listen, i’m talking like its just you and me
[hook]
greetings from the backpacker on the open mic
that redneck white kid who’s trying to get wise
i don’t look like much, but play the beat back
i’m going to give y’all that poetry in a snapback
x2
[verse 2]
i got something better than that weed that you been slipping on
and i got something better than that honey you been kissing on
i know its cl!cking, you been searching for a while
trying to find peace, with no church in the wild
no disrespect to mr. ocean, but what you think i’m rapping for?
i’m from the south the wilderness is my back door
i ain’t just making a way, i’m paving a road
cause this gravel got you sliding when you trying to get home
and these country roads got you lost looking for answers
you wanna blame god but you ain’t looked at the map
its time to get wise, potato chips, and get right
open up your eyes to the war that we fight
no making excuses, cause i’m calling you out
everybody got a choice, its time to make one now
yeah you’re lifes a mess, don’t keep ya head slump
pick up you sword, its time to to run, forrest gump
[hook]
greetings from the backpacker on the open mic
that redneck white kid who’s trying to get wise
i don’t look like much, but play the beat back
i’m going to give y’all that poetry in a snapback
x2
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