Started with hanging posters on my bedroom walls
to battle rapping for status up in the school halls
just call me double sushi thought I was too raw
and hip hop was my home, I had my shoes off
6'3 in high school I skipped the hoop dream
if I don't blowup then maybe I'll try the school thing
I went to college to do my family a favor
but I couldn't pick a major cause I wanted to be ma-jor
I tried selling work, but it didn't work.
so I worked - shoppers seen a clerk, fi'n go berserk
lunch break seen me writing 16's over micky dee's
skipping class making beats over 60 keys
and I love it even though I'm just chasing
selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy naything
watch out all you rappers cause they filling Lecrae in
but I was sleeping on the sun like the 'days inn'
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. I'ma I'ma chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
ugh, I remember chasing the green feeling blue
only check I'm counting is the mic check (1, 2)
all I wanted was the money and the fame and the new
somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room
all I wanted was doomed, the same kind Alexander the great felt
when the earth ran out of room
he conquered all he could but yet he still was consumed
by this never-ending quest for glory he couldn't fuel
like a typical fool I would go hard - shooting for the moon
but there's only one Son, no co-star.
chasing glory I shouldn't own,
stead of living to make His name known I'm running after His throne.
I thought being on TV where everybody could see me
was nothing short of the easiest way I could see to please me
I'll never be who I used to desperately want to be,
I'm too worried bout the Lord getting credit instead of me
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. glory chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
I used to wanna do it big.
when you're only focused on yourself - that's small
and they, they used to tell me as a kid
that I could do anything that I wanted cept fall
and now that I recall, I was chasing my goals
and every time I caught em they multiplied into more
I never even thought about whether the Lord approved
call it selfish ambition I call it "I'm making moves"
but history repeats itself, evil's what it is
cause lucifer was cast away for doing what I did
created by the God that spoke the earth into existence
instead of chasing the Father's glory he was chasing his
he lies to us all, told Adam he could ball
"why you following God when you can go get it all?"
I tell you what's better, or better yet worse.
chasing your own glory while doing the Lord's work,
so holla if it hurts, but we were made for greater
our greatest satisfaction is making His name famous
so if we're never named among the greatest,
they don't critically acclaim us,
ain't nothing to be ashamed of we gave it up for the savior!
I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
and the Lord's goodness you should you should taste that
and you ain't living till you're living for His name
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that

They say a good love story takes years to write
Mine's perfect for It's taking God centuries
Like all the masterpieces in documentaries
Though the waiting just doesn't feel right

They say time heals wounds, what heals scars
The bruises are gone but with time passage
Only the painful scars occasionally keep me in the bars
In the name of reinforcement and finding courage

They say before meeting your princes charming
You have to surrender your lips and kiss some frogs
But what if she too is out there kissing toads
Hopelessly battling to have faith, and yearning?

Why cannot we just meet on the very first page
When our hearts are still brimful with faith and are whole?
Why cannot soul mates just find each other at that age
When they are so willing to give it their all?

My love story must be so amazing even to the Author
So much so that He is probably afraid of publishers
One might think sane ladies should fall for Shakespeare and Chaucer  
But guess what? Some of us are but the all time wishers

They say a good story is one that takes years to pen
So someday I'll happily move  out the singles lane
Probably even the shards'll fix themselves back together
Maybe there's a story being carefully written with a frail quail Feather

There goes innocence on wings of time
There hides conscience betwixt winds of crime
There rushes we on clouds of despair
There litters Hearts shattered beyond repair
There burns fear for those we loved ain't hear
There dies care for it gave us pain we can't bear
There goes the road bending here and winding there
There speaks the mind blinding and begging us to dare
There sublimes today like it actually never happened
Like strengthless wilting petals that seemingly never opened
There goes years we wasted swimming in tears
There lies the much we've wastefully spent drowning in beers
There goes our patience we thought we controlled
There we are gathering no moss for over and over we've rolled
There goes life into tombs of ourselves under high hills of a lost cause
There we are we who've swam our strength away without finding the shores
There crawls dead men moving under command of their destiny
There we are breathless and tired but we cannot mutiny

You are a rhyme I'd write over and over
With the entire page reading lover
You are a cloud of promise hanging above
You are worthy of undying love
You are a song which doesn't fade
With a lifestyle that few have led
You are a flower created to outshine a rose
You make me proud calling me yours
You are a bullet I'd gladly take
A dream from which I'd rather not wake
You are these emotions I'll never decipher
You are a mystery by far
You are the courage building inside
A treasure only seen because I can't hide
You are a mountain I'm willing to hike
The hardest puzzle rooted in my psyche
You are a queen even without a crown
And I would gladly be your clown
You are a choice I'd make with my eyes closed
The only matrix I'd gladly have transposed
You are a panorama every man desires
A she-wolf every Alpha male wishes he sires
You are a future I badly ache to have
A satisfying life I believe I deserve

I wish we met when her tarmac road was still mellow
Then when she still danced to the Congolese tune "Mbelo",
I wish we met when she could not stare in the eyes
Right when she was too shy to tell any lies,
I wish we met when she was still under her Mama's apron strings
So innocent, when she still trusted human beings,
I wish we met when she did church each and every Sunday
And had no thought of bearing a guilty conscience someday,
I wish we met when she saw the world for her best, not her worst
When the balloon of her ***** wasn't yet burst,
I wish we met when her future was still blinding bright
Wish I'd seen her in the dawns of her life, not the nights
When she knew no whiskeys or beers but only Fanta and Sprite
So that she wouldn't get herself in trouble and drunken fights,
I wish we met when she still had dry “unkisssed’’ lips
When she thought kisses were an unhealthy swap of saliva,
I wish we met when she hadn't developed attractive hips
When she wasn't a depressed Heart-wreck survivor,
I wish we met when she still believed in fantasy and fairy tales
And had a honest fascination for cowry shells,
I wish we met when she flamboyantly wore her natural African hair
When she still thought herself naturally beautiful and fair,
I wish we met when studies hadn't corrupted her mind and stolen all her hours
When she still smiled at the sight of frail petals of red rose flowers,
Wish we met when the movie title that described her ******* isn't “Olympus
Has Fallen”
But probably “Hard Boiled”, “Only the Strong” or “Swollen”,
I wish we met when she had faith in things like weddings, when her soul was
a spring of hope
When she hadn't lost respect for such societal norms preferring to elope,
I wish we met when she still respected danger
And risked not accepting courtesy from every rich stranger,
I wish we met when she believed true love existed in the world
Maybe then she'd believe my each and every word,
I wish we met when she still honestly needed a friend
I’m sure I’d be there to love and care for her till the end.

There's courage in me I just can't recall
A pride that is floating me in the sky so high
So I'm chopping my wings cause I'm trying to fall
I know a hard ground will but make me cry
I might lose my feet and it might do to crawl
Yet it does me no service if I don't try
I lose nothing, and I gain nothing at all
It might help, it might help to fall

My papa wanted a Doctor from his son
But I wasn't one for Biology and Chemistry
Then he told me to try Engineering
But couldn't cope up with Geometry
Then he said I could try literature
But I was one with the opposing nature
Anyway I gave up the trigonometry
And in literature I met prose and poetry
It's a place where pain turns to comfort
Where I have opportunity to dirt every page
Whether I'm at peace or burdened by rage
It's somewhere I can go to evade fear
Or see my future even if it ain't clear
And even though my mood swings are rampant
It is a place where I have all the might to fight
And turn every dark corner of this world alight
My Papa in giving me the world gave me everything
A place for heart beats and mind reminiscing
For this place ain't just my Earth, It's a galaxy with her Sun

The sky still bleeds orange at dawn
The road still meanders on
The rivers still battle the falls and rapids
The cattle home run in stumpedes
The ocean always looks constantly still
And my pride is still such a bitter pill
The Mvule still sheds her beautiful leaves
My ear still eaves, my soul still grieves
The mountain top is still a silver blur
And the missing shards linger somewhere on the floor
The cranes still sing within the rhythm of dusk
My mind is fatigued trying to accomplish the task
Of saying goodbye and forgetting about it all
Even if my sub conscious still hears your voice call
The bed still shivers and clings to the fragrance of you
And the "I" in my alphabet still really loves "U"