Don't Mean Much - KB, Sho Baraka

In twenty years they’ll forget me like Kevin in Home Alone

Sown, grown and blown, mown and then its gone

That’s the history of grass, and man ain’t much more (Talk about it)

(Hit me) No one will care what you invented

Half the stuff that we use we can care less about the original

Listen, I ain’t trippin' I love to lift up inventions

But more than liftin' inventors, who invented the inventor That’s God (Talk

about it)

My whole clique Christ lovers

My outfit it might be plain, but I’m fly with the (w)right brothers

Life covered, Jesus he saves well

Free’s the mind for those doing time in a brain cell

Jesus 'til I expire, I may have a Good Year

Fire stones fall from the sky, I’ll never tire

Serious don’t use the word play, this consonant word play

Competent conquerin' content content e’rrday

We lost judged

Dead men walking on a dead earth

Looking for a heart and a soul search

Everything I want

It don’t mean much

It don’t mean much to me

Money, fame

Coming for your heart

Sex, drugs

Secret of the dark

Everything, everything the world wants

It don’t mean much

It don’t mean much to me

Yeah, Lord sometimes its envy on my lips, lust on my hips

Feet prone to slip because I’m so weak

We often fake like we’re meek, say we’re the least, speak deep

But the Lord is like son please

We exaggerate our strengths, hide our mistakes

That’s a bad place, cause we only make his grace cheap

When I’m angry my pride wants to slay me

I know one person who needs to take up his cross daily, that’s me

Yeah, and our deepest desires might be the worst thing

Our hearts are wicked, you don’t know what that curse brings

I get something new then I look at you

If you have one and a little that, I want two, greed

We have peasants mimicking' the life of kings

Yeah you have fame and things, you never had peace

Made in his image, but then we made a mess

Win, lose, or draw, he’s a picture of success

Say cheese

You make a song about Jesus, you never going to hell

Yeah that’s written in the first book of (where was it) nowhere

I know that’s no bail, but his fare won’t go well

Lord help before our days end, like a hotel

Cause death doesn’t care how many albums you sold

And death doesn’t schedule like this time or no

Death clock reading it’s sooner time to go

But it’ll be soon time to go

Choose God and grow

Watch the throne all you want, but it’ll never be ya’ll seat

The throne’s occupied like it’s palace on Wall Street

My God so great that He puts great to shame

Ain’t a man bad enough, he ain’t bad enough to save

Jesus, came here to save the worst of sinners

How you think I’m able to rap these verses with Him

To the earth He entered

Full of mercy in a

Death and the resurrection He got your boy singing