Kj-52 Industry Lyrics:
Do you remember the time, when the purpose and the
rhyme, was to see the souls affected. But now its
to man, every purpose and every plan, to whom the
praise is directed. We live out dream, make the
crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,
Since where and when did we stop checking the word
and begin to start checking the sound scan.
Remember when shows were for souls and rhymes were
for flows. Now we spend one minute to pray, if
even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin
our clothes. what happened to the passion we was
having that was sparked in the begining. but we're
quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but
even quicker to justify our sinning. we're quick
to diss and raise the fist to justify the things
that we do. but for every finger we point at them,
just remember freind there's 4 more pointin back
at you. how and when did it all begin as ministry
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turned to industry. cause did jesus need a
manager, record label, ditributor, or even a
boooking agency. when troubles came, did he call
upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it.
why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be
the first to ask our management. cause next to
him, our glory's dim and truely pales in
comparison. why does every move we choose seem to
revolve around we can get our groove on, but yet
worry about comin on to strong. yet we water it
down so much there aint even nothing left to chew
on. souls become sales, and sales become a salary
give the crowd something to feel, whine about
keepin it real, but dont try to keep it to
reality. yet when its all over and the mic is hung
and its all said and done. it wont matter how many
battles i won, but only the souls that i have won.
on the other side, will my silly pride cause me to
hold my head up proud . If I wont have beef with
you then, tell me freind, why should I have a beef
wth you now. At the end of my life when I held
that mic did I really truelly deserve it. Forget
if i was phat, Forget if i was whack, I want to
hear well done my good and faithful servant.
Lyrics: Industry, Kj-52 [end]