Armond WakeUp releases a new freestyle to tide you over while he works on his Illect Recordings debut.
He shares, “This verse was originally for my album…well, the 1st 8 bars of it. I’ve been learning this balance of the reality of my current situations & what speaking the Word does. I’ve been beginning to give bad theologies over to the Lord; things I would use to self sabotage & keep myself in a more manageable place. That place where I could control & manipulate as I saw fit. Places the Lord didn’t wanna waste His time going to. Per usual, the Author of Time decided to wait me out; He knew that mindset would eventually tire me out & I’m finally beginning to suck air. My prayer has been to believe God even when my circumstances or my feelings don’t line up. Eventually something has to bend; & if God’s word never fails…I’m gonna bet on black.”
“My father & I spent Thanksgiving in St Louis this year & it was emotionally draining. I saw places I grew up reduced to absolutely nothing. I saw gentrification. I saw history erased. I went to East St Louis & saw a once thriving community as a ghost town. & while Ross used Santorini Greece as a backdrop for elegance & opulence, I wanted to use the same canvas to paint a picture of doing the dirty work. Why are we going to 3rd world countries, when we have 3rd world cities here? There’s plenty of work for everybody. Here’s mine.”
Listen below;
Lyrics Below;
My ex mother in law said she don’t miss being young
Ain’t know what she meant until I turned 31
I’m in a Cooper with a cutie
Praying this would be fruitful
& not full of confusion
Tired of having & losing
But I’m used to it
Usually I ain’t loose with it
Lotta these movements is moving lips
They Ludacris, Word Of Mouf
Regurgitating what they heard about
Just enough to let service out
I’m hurting how they working
The sweat of their brow’s a golden cow
Their god is a noun
My God is a now
He’s the giver of life
So I ain’t holding my breath
I ain’t tryna get gassed up on the road to success
My mother said she stayed with my father for opportunity
Committing sins for false sense of security
They do it for the eyes, they do it for the lies
They writing for the vibes, I’m writing to save your life
Corporate America got me lusting after this college
I don’t skrrt, been riding Impalas
Better acknowledge
I’m nodding at the anonymous
All the years of denying us
I move by the spirit, not common sense
Their mind is dense
Numb to my kids living in different states
There’s grace
But consequences keep me awake
So I rest in the rest
Do what I can & I rest in the rest
Try to arrest the stress
Of the moments that I miss
Summers are like an interlude
Facetime turns into interviews
What you call miniscule
Is me drowning in a million pools
Brother you bought them million views
I walk through my city
& get stopped
Like Armond we need your message
I never saw God from that perspective
Keep blessing
I’m a *vessel
Cuz if I give you me, I give you weak
If I give you He, I give you heat
Give what you need
More than a Weeknd
My weakness I fight to not get consumed
God said I’m an Heir, well I’m in this House of Balloons
With some Glass Table Girls
Snorting my aspirations
Masturbating to my inflating ego
Assassinating my sonship
My oneness
This weight that I’m sitting under
Everyday on my face, pray I don’t lose my wonder
I been running, anyone else would reach for a drink
I need a text asking if I need anything
Ndidi Kwemezi Patrick is an event producer, media personality, and founder of Gospel Centric, a platform dedicated to promoting Christian content and fostering uplifting entertainment. He has produced major concerts and events, working with top names in gospel and mainstream entertainment, and currently hosts engaging radio shows that inspire and inform audiences.
