Nowhere (Demo Version) Lyrics

What you running from? (Yeah)

What you running from? (Yeah)

What you running from now... yeah

Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out, saying I'm backsliding

"'Cause the service still going and I got class assignments

And Mrs. Jackson done had the Spirit for half the time

And we've been here since ten, but that short hand 'bout to slap the five

But though the calls to discipleship took forever

Less a young man of God, more chicken in cooker pressure

Push and pressing his luck, I'm hearing a Whammy with deacon talk

Rev, I'm too young, it's difficult simply to breathe and walk

Without feeling my kneeling's a superficial ruse

Still hearing whistles, so is this Book the official rules

Drastic passages, manifest for their destiny

Then Daddy fanning fires by handing me Stolen Legacy

Besides, I'm questioning whether I'm even part of plans

Couldn't catch the Spirit with Stick-Um and Cris Carter's hands

Do I believe in Heaven and Hell and the Godhead

Foggy as London, but won't hear me saying He's not there

Road to the truth seems like a long way (WAY)

Tucking my map, stay in the wrong state (STATE)

Almost to E, my fuel is gone away (AWAY)

In need of a push, don't wanna stall today (OK)

Stranded alone, homie, I'm so scared (SCARED)

But if He ain't the key, then I know I'm going

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-no-nowhere

Out in the wild, my Basic Instructions collecting dust

I'm out of bounds, behavior repugnant, respecting nothing

Holy rollers, annoying when trying to save me the melee

Holy waters, need a dip, but guilt tripping? That ain't a vacay

If free will is the vehicle prone to roam

Shifting gears to safer roads, I had to hone on my own

After sifting through prophets for profit in towns full of clones

God's whispering like, "U-Haul and unload, you've found your home

Where fellowshipping in love's the only policy

No histrionics or mockery, all philosophy

But irony: while counting twenties in stewardship

Satan's side betting like, "Million dollars this dude'll quit

Between a lack of support, tucking my demons

People gleaning every weekend, I weakened, "Bump it, I'm leaving

Ghost of Moses is bugging and pleading like, "Joseph, the morbid fear

Israelite eleven nights: blink and it's forty years

Road to the truth seems like a long way (WAY)

Tucking my map, stay in the wrong state (STATE)

Almost to E, my fuel is gone away (AWAY)

In need of a push, don't wanna stall today (OK)

Stranded alone, homie, I'm so scared (SCARED)

But if He ain't the key, then I know I'm going

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-no-nowhere

Four years ago, was still a man of God

But struggles abducted me from the hand of God

Had me spazzing in cars, crying and mad at God

Poor man's Banneker: reimagined the plans of God

I'm weary and wheezing trying to abandon God

Hard to run for long when you fail to train for the marathon

Question positions: "Lord, why am I here and not over there

THERE is the fountain of my prime, HERE is just older hair

Pondering my choices at-large, due diligence was nil

Following the voices of frauds too vigilant to steal

Panicking, reclusive, telegraphing excuses

Tough imagining passions get blasted in tragic shootings

Lysette drafted the blueprint: young, sad and the bluest

Can't even fathom which faction has actually grasped the truth

Is it the Baptists or Buddhists, Muslims or Jewish, could be Yoruba

Headache from all of this knowledge, I vomit, could be medulla

Or maybe I'm complicating it purposely

'Cause the fate You created, I face it nervously

The younger version of me unveiled a thesis

Asked baby boy to spell out Your name, he spelled it Jesus

And we ain't have to teach him

Almost defeated and faced a hostile life

But that's evidence to increase the faith like Apostle Price

So why you still runnin' now?