Holy Disaster - Intellectual

Verse 1:

Let bygones be bygones

Let shoulders be cried on

Let murals be krylon

The block filled wit pylons

My homies still live on

Despite those who did wrong

Talent & passion will shine on through this song

Let there be justice for those who disgust us but let us stay focused on people who love us

And as the people morn and feel rain from the storm let em think of the rose and not the thorn

I keep shouting at myself to stop being so negative but will I be happy if I never end up makin it?

These are the things I have to deal with

You have to grow up touring is not a field trip

And when you have days when you don't wanna rap no more

Remind yourself that not every one us can be Macklemore

You are daniel Bennett

And you are loved

You are who you are

& not what you’ve done

Hook (Jocelyn Alice):

I’m sick with the dream

It’s like it’s chasin me

It’s right at my feet

It’s all that I can see

I’m sick with the ethics

Sick with the greed

I’m eager and willing to please

I’m sick if I think it’s all I need

I need you and you need me

Verse 2 (Immaculate):

Beneath the feet of the founding fathers who stand before us

Orphans of fortune when chosen over their sons and daughters

They want us to tread these waters upon this surface we dance

For their entertainment

Shameless, how we serve in this trance

Perverted words we chant

We’re sayin’ save our soul!

We’re prayin’ out to God

Often forgotten, guess he can't save us all

And they wonder why we strikin’ back

..While I write this?

Some in other countries fight

For the rights we have

When the lights go out? While it might get bad

(They say..)

Got to get back in your place

Or they might just, spit back in your face

Get a taste a that

Before you fade to black, without a trace

Can't change the facts

Or Erase the past

Unless you raise the stakes

Better have that ace up sleeve..

In place, at least

And I’ve watched so many fail

Fightin’ for what they believe

Got a right to execute this new belief

System just been too asleep

Listen got some truth to speak

Beautifully paint this master piece

A thousand words at least

Look what you do to me

Holy disaster

Verse 3:

Don't look at me man

I am a dead beat

One day we all die and become a chest piece

Struggle to get free

And move your chess piece until it’s cheque please

I used to hide my struggles when I’d write these verses down

Can’t perform in churches now unless you’re somehow perfect now

But now I stick to honesty

And know all of my flaws covered by Majesty

My friend used to be a pastor

He told the church was strugglin

And they kicked him out ass first

You know what’s backwards? how we attack first, & claim the Master?

Holy Disaster!!!

With so many Christian people conservative

Thir servants is dying from malnourishment

It’s hard to dance when theres kids thats starvin in apartments

In my own city kiddies barely makin kindergarten