I never seen a mortal walk on water
But I seen em turn tears to a flood
All my heroes born from a slaughter
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
We all marked on dead on our arrival
Living on with a foolish heart
For you I wage war with the bible
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah

I don't share your insecurities bout life
So, you're scared?
What of it?
What of it?
I love you as you, you're fine
So please soothe your gentle mind
In this life of love you'll find
What of it
What of

I give you
The grace
The grace
Lord
Lord
I give you permission to fail
To fail into grace

What's the best way I can simplify this story?
How to let you in
I never put my faith in anything more than imagination
And while they were grading me in classes
I was composing my art, replicating the classics
Doing math, studying what does it take to be the greatest version of me I can manage
And all adults did was hand me they backs
Running they mouth
Fucking me over, slutting me out
(No one to vouch, man they thought I headed south)
And with that type of environment, I grew timid to advice
I was sorting my vices, making sense out what I write
In this life of OutKast, I was less of big boy
And more 3 Stacks, speaker knockerz, meets tame Impala
Chevrolet, cross plastered on my grill
Christ speaking thru my lyrics
Price breading into guilt
Yeah, little did I know
But the riddles that I spilled
Turned my glitters into gold
And what's broken into whole
For years my homie Regis joked
I was off the grid
I'd ghost, i had no state ID, my social was stolen
Man, I guess I grew up as a late bloomer
He also said that the rhyme schemes that I produce
Can take time to appreciate
And I got amused
My flowers probably won't arrive any sooner than my funeral
Gotta find the humor in it
It's ironic
Cause July shy of June
Where the gardens one harvest
Do things that make your body swoon
Pure poetic
Beauty in the journey
Pretty picture of the spectrum
Cause the film take time to develop
The setup now a days is
I don't focus on no social media page
I lay low, raise aim to my goals, my shots thrown
Devote time, create and then I pray about it
After all I'm just a mortal man
And everything I ain't make me everything am
Well said by my heroes that failed
Nailed to crosses, ne'er-do-wells
Bared by hells, but still tough enough to do well
When their heart wails
So, I hold em in high regards
You have permission to fail
So, come along to somewhere I can take you where it's painless
Bitter pill to swallow, when you dealing these changes
Sacrificial when you trade your friends for entertainment
But we won't die nameless
By grace of my god

I never seen a mortal walk on water
But I seen em turn tears to a flood
All my heroes born from a slaughter
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
We all marked on dead on our arrival
Living on with a foolish heart
For you I wage war with the bible
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah

I don't share your insecurities bout life
So, you're scared?
What of it?
What of it?
I love you as you, you're fine
So please soothe your gentle mind
In this life of love you'll find
What of it
What of

I give you
The grace
The grace
Lord
Lord
I give you permission to fail
To fail into grace