[Verse 1: Esteban Shedd]

Let me tell you what I'm on

Small Loves Die

Including my love of song

Hip Hop’s a temp lover

An escort until the morning

But leaves you for another

If you eat what culture covets

I love it, but it ain't my bread

Give me the Holy Word of God, fed

Even my whole city

Ethnicity and delivery

Deeper than blood inside of me

Design of my anatomy

To the accent on my tongue

The Chi where I begun

Will die when all is gone

So long

Farewell to little lovers

Your world has other troubles

Of such a {player suckers?}

Like thirteen or someone

Who dreams of false hustle

Even the '90s, they is gone

The decades where we from

They come, they gone, we love ’em

They charm, we mourn, so long

If flesh be my fortune

I fumble my call

If Christ be my fortune

He's found at the cross

[Hook]

Little loves calling me daily

Small loves driving me crazy

Your ways are not mine, please change me

Teach me the love of my savior

[Verse 2]

I've got love for my history

My family tree roots

Right in front of me

Staring through the eyes of

My three sons and my wifey

Now my company

From cotton, it's beyond me

Before me, Puerto Rico, Bolivia

Ireland, and Germany

Converging in the Chi

And now my sons' anatomy

But it's all tomfoolery

To think even fam can

Feel the deepest {leaks?} of me

I'm blessed beyond my ministry

I'm thankful for my family

Close to the chest

I speak candidly

Large loves matter

But large loves shatter to disaster

When they pastor the foundation

For my humanity

Casually coax me to calamity

If life hits the fan, a freak of tragedy

Even art took my heart

It’s the target of all I got

But there’s targets and there's dots

Maybe the target in my heart

Left me bloody, falling apart

On barred walls if my bars

Didn’t provoke applause

{Pall?} Siloam

(Daily)

If flesh be my fortune

I fumble my call

If Christ be my fortune

He's found at the cross

[Hook] x2