Transgressions
Verse 1
Mom, Dad, look at your kid, you’ve done your best to provide a perfect life, but he’s far from perfect
You son’s a dick, a chump so
Influential King, Infinite and Unknown, he’s not hardly worth it
We’re talking the same person;
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Not far to dig before you hit bottom
Tree for figs holds fibs, one shovel to unpuzzle crypt coffin
Don’t absolve all my flaws because this shits common
I find Gods one to forgive, but He doesn’t forget often
So I quit ducking, being the person unable to sit on his ass because of sticks shoved in
Rather than God expose peccadilloes of bros with a nose stuck in
The air, I chose to admit of them
I’ve got the balls to stop fucking with running
Stumbling to the wrong places, fronting for acceptance and “McLovin”
In vain, I’ve been blamed on that unfulfilling walk of shame, a sham
That proved water and wine don’t pour from my veins, I am but a man
Chorus
If you call me great then, you are mistaken
Show me a man with no dirt and a liar’s what I’ll make him
Not meant to taint men’s reputation, we’re same in
Heart; guilty of deicide, I accept the blaming
I came in advance to make amends for making
My shares of mistakes and more on their way in
Who am I kidding? No escaping the past and it can’t bend
No fixing starts we’re placed in but starts can have a changed end
Verse 2
When you bear the ground, world on both shoulders wears you down
Whereabouts have you snared and bound until you air it out
Here and now overcoming fear and doubt to not have it swept under the rug
I didn’t pay for no drugs or play my own blood, but I thought I was thug
So bad when it was a fad to sag as a lad
I was such a sad spoiled brat, today I gag
Better still, ask my dad, “That kid Malik, you better watch his ass,
He don’t wash his ass, when he does, you can see the dirt wiped off his rags”
That makes two of us that need to clean up our acts
Now that that’s past, I’ve got a rash from lots of baths
Yep, just offered my life savings at church today
Since words can stray, one of my fathers are going to take my Bible away
Respect thy mother and father – wait – respect why even bother
When you’re in a family you’re not even apart of?
Ok, respect sure, but through love?
Wait a minute, now you’re just asking too much
Verse 3
Granted, some have done worse than stole and cheat
Choke their meat, or considering licking a fine girl’s toilet seat
And never ever have I killed a man for the right reason
But who’s to say what context these things weigh lightly in?
My meaning: I’m leaning bad is bad when we’re defining sin
Perfection is trying evening out backward steps where I begin –
Brand new, no more teary eyes streaming
I’m leaving the past where it belongs and I’m leaving
Increasing my projected trajectory
Perfect is what we expect from me
Yes it’s me – my own worst enemy who puts us in jeopardy
As I pass the past on my path, a future is all that’s left for me
I give myself slack, and I’m not going right back
And the worst stain on my track record, I didn’t record in my track
I’ll bet you never wanted to know him like that
But you never would’ve known me differently until I opened my trap.