"Gracious Home (POWER MIX)"

Verse:
Always up early, meditatin', clearin' my mind
Disappearin' sometimes so I can engineer lines
Get - shit off my chest then reappear wit' the rhymes
No 15 minutes for me, I steer clear of the lime
Light... that type of work I do, no breakin' of sweat
See gratitude will come later, they ain't thankin' me yet
Put my heart an' soul into it, no embracin' a check
Lack of major label chains, I ain't breakin' my neck
I'm in the field, goin' hard like a Rugby team, fuck you mean
Practice hard so they can't - fuck wit' me, fuck ya team
I'm a GIANT, gridiron gang, known to crush a beat
So into it, jog on quicksand in my fuckin' cleats
A stranger, far away from home
Gravel road, rollin' stone, comfy near a microphone
If I leave my zone, it's to get to the guap
Ain't gotta get me back to Tennessee, just get me to the top

Hook(x2):
Build a house anywhere, but a house is not a home
If - you ain't comfortable, an' you in it all alone
Yeah, home is where you make it, so make mine ya dome
Cross the threshold of ya ears just to - get me home

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Verse:
Rain drops keep fallin' on my head
But I heard it never rains in So Cal, may be time for movin' out
27, it's pressure to get the fuck on wit' life
Buckle down for a degree an' get the fuck off the mic
Wait a minute, hold ya horses 'fore you draw an' quarter me
This my life, there's no direction in which you can order me
Hate when people complain 'bout what I'm doin', like they
Financially supportin' me, give 'em +Two Words+ like Ye
That's, fuck 'em... they don't want no part of me
How could you not take credit? It's yo' bullshit that started me
That's when I start to go berserk, then I flip retardedly
An' I craft a masterpiece straight from the tattered heart of me
Straight out the - bucket of crabs into a snare full of sinners
They get you - caught up in vices 'cause they so scared of winners
I got the - weight of the jungle on my shoulders, so I'm
Movin' slower than usual in my race against time
It's - more than a rhyme, win for my team wit' a mean dunk
One wit' the grind down to the gears like Steampunk
All for one, 'til one hit it like lottery
An' erase the racists judgin' our skin like dermatology

Hook(x1):
Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious
Goodness graced us, race for them papers
Ever since free lunch an' fee waivers
Been on it to sew more oats than Quakers
Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious
Goodness graced us, race for them papers
Fuck the pigs who would rather shoot than taze us
We don't die, we multiply; struggles made us