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Grits - Life After Mental
(from the album Factors of the 7)

I keep commin' at you, lyrical rapture's capture you, only if your soul is ready, I'm commin' after you
Body snatchin' you dissmantilin' your crew
It's Tennesseans wit nouns and verbs agreein' wit higher being
Sending messages spreading through your chest it's just blessings
Rearranging your perception this planetary lyricist at least that's what The Source quotes
Resurrection Hip-Hop on a higher plateau we crept low moving slow with intentions to blow
Supplied loads of flows for those who doubted and didn't know
As circumstances deepened crime intent seeped back in the center of my body's structure ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again of how I broke the golden rule by doin' business with friends
My mind traveled paths on a search to be free
Suspicion felt corruption had a piece of Gotee
Success had me stressed like the G MoB
Cee lo's verse on Thought process was a description of me
But then again I caught the vision that was given within
As a child rockin' mirrors wishin' I was Rakim
On stage engage in state to state rampages, airplay video's and stretch 'lac limos the dream it seemed impossible but now I'm doin' shows for thousands and savin' souls through lycs laced wit spirits concrete in the belief that I inject on beats
Deplete God's word that is instilled in me to the masses till I feel my mission here is complete and it's essential, that this is my life after Mental

Mental's over, it's the dawn of a new day
Out with the old, different messages to relay
Mental's gone, time to do it up again
The past is behind, life after will begin.

Now let's all gather to see who can talk the most noise on an album
You the listeners decide the outcome
How come it's our second record without Mental getting the recognition it deserves?
this Christian industry is gettin' on my nerves
Serves me right fir thinking they would believe our vision
Give us proper support but when it got hectic, mission abort
Poor sports is what they called us now that's crazy
All 'cause we wanted to be pushed not ambushed and pulled off the shelves for being ourselves unlike no one else
But still they make comparisons, how unAmerican
striving in the midst of war zones and red tape they try to hold us back but it's the black in me that makes me create
Colorful collages hang on the walls of garages no mirages-what you see is what you get
Aw that's the hit-aw shoot you know I'm in kahoots with the higher power sprinkle me with spiritual showers
Drinks anyone? Pourin' glasses of Tang, if you drink it from me the flavor's Lemon meringue
I will be me despite the shackles of the industry-bump their last chances-God engineers my circumstances
And hey, I think I like that, He's the one I confide in
Never dealin' shady and lettin the enemy slide in
This rap game is all I got to maintain, it keeps me sane in my life after mental.