Empty Grave

(album: Supernatural - 2018)

Everyone's time's gonna fade away
Dust to dust and Amazing Grace
Only thing I'm leaving is my last name
Oh, and an empty grave

One day I'll be in a box I ain't talking about a grave
I'm talking 'bout a box of greatest hits I made along the way
Found on a dirt road 'cause I ain't never had shit paved
And when the roots grow back I'll be a mystery per se
No asking folks in Nashville 'cause I refuse to go and sign
Walked in houses of legends that made an impact on your life
Taking advice from people who have platinum records with Slim Shady
Went on vacation with country superstars even though I'm crazy
And on a psycho social roller coaster, no seat belts doing loops
My mind got a vault like a doomsday prepping loony toon
Stay boucing off my walls like my house is made of gymnastic mats
And I'll be rapping 'til I'm 90 out of shape with cataracts
'Cause I ain't got to see a rope to cut a trail and make a path
I'm 27 and I know this whole city feeling my wrath
Just wait 'til I'm 30 and fine tuned like a Stratocaster
I'm not biodegradable still the cleanest white trash and I'm Church

Everyone's time's gonna fade away
Dust to dust and Amazing Grace
Only thing I'm leaving is my last name
Oh, and an empty grave

Most people in denial about the timeline of life
The burning of a flame one goes out then one goes up and strikes
I stepped into the shallow water knowing one day I'll drown
To the noise of screaming voices and Instagram shutter sounds
Right now for me it's just now, starting to get kinda loud
I'm getting pointed out in malls from a couple surrounding crowds
People threating to jump me and want to show up to my house
You're creating a crazy person with loaded guns in his house
And everyday that passes I'm becoming more intelligent to social negligence
No matter what the cadence is all I see is some adjectives
I'm drastically painting you cinematic action
Mixed with words I scrambled off of every part of the alphabet
How gooder can I get I think the game is hibernating
Or overdosed on manufactured faces and sound waves
So won't you put me in that box and put my voice in one that's separate
One's a death box the other's gonna be a living statement and they know it

Everyone's time's gonna fade away
Dust to dust and Amazing Grace
Only thing I'm leaving is my last name
Oh, and an empty grave

Knock knock who's there, it's the end of your career
Yeah what's up you motherfucker been waiting to see you here
I've been dying to meet you and that's really no pun intended
I've met every goal I wanted made the impact for my people
And held them southern roots before every song that I made
And got invited to show up and attend the CMA'S
But my ass never went I went ghost when they called me to that stage
'Cause I don't need people to clap to make me proud of my name
To make me proud of my songs, to make me proud of my lyrics
I was built out of southern spirit only found in the thicket
My bloodline the thickest, fuck all the fame and the riches
That shit all fades away but not the voice of a legend who's preaching
And that's why they call me Church, cross my heart hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye, and have to do it three times
To even almost make me blind, 'cause my third one don't even blink
So I see you before you see yourself when you try coming for me
Church

Everyone's time's gonna fade away
Dust to dust and Amazing Grace
Only thing I'm leaving is my last name
Oh, and an empty grave