Think About These Things

My city has the psyche of a sin-sick cynic, They mimic my stand on the mic like a stand-up clinic, Even our comedy is honestly at enmity with the remedy Called virtue; Like it would hurt you To give living in the darkness a curfew. We're few and far between Who would wean the world from its mean fixation, Yet a kinder mindset could intervene and fix this nation. I pick my stations carefully, Guard the last shard of clarity prayerfully, Where parity is a parody Only purity is a surety. Sure I'm wordy, but would you rather of heard me Absurdly glorify another murder scene? It occurred to me, fortify your thoughts for forty nights, As hordes of advertising demons vehemently fight, a verse rings out, "Think about these things." CHORUS (Phil. 4:8): Whatever is true and noble, whatever is good and pure, lovely or admirable, (Think about these things) if it's excellent or praiseworthy, Think about these things. (x2) I've been delegated dedicated for several years Whatever will come the Ill Seer Takes one step forward with two looks back N forthcoming an evangelist backed by drumming. This music is my way to heal the planet; Of course I feel the panic, Stricken by a ridiculous sense of self worth, Fighting hell on earth already knowing the outcome. I won't be outdone up in lawsuits Or disputes despite the ill reputrid Stupid dusty industry. It must be my future family to feed That helps me keep my sanity, In this unsanitary if you will world. How will the next generation react to a star track so far back to the basics? In case it's positive I posit I got a lot to give. CHORUS x2 If it's True even the News can't disguise it with lies And being noble is hope for all local and global ties. Should you be good its good for you, and your goods too. What is pure will endure as the cure to all our maladies. The lovely are demure yet valiantly paint murals validly. Admirable are the admirals who face the tainted without fainting, Excellent are they who lay worldly concerns to be burned, waiting patiently, Praiseworthy is the Saintly, ain't she? While so many sink into the route of Bling Bling, Sometimes a man's gotta think about these things. CHORUS X2