[Verse 1: Tony Grammz]
Aaah
Tearing apart a meaningful art
And giving it scars of all that is fallen
Without the Father stuck in you heart
Say what a redundant problem
Living apart is never a part of anything
Unless you're giving it meaning and living within the deepness of the holy order
I'm a disguised victim, neither do I listen all of the time
On a prescribed mission, preaching a scribes vision
I wonder if I'm different
Whether if I give it all of the time that it deserves, will it render the Lord's gifting?
Pillar of thought shifting, will of a lone Christian
Forgiven, but on a road trending everything forbidden
Quietly morbid and filling a torn system
Thorns missing from all the roses and this is not Eden
Thoughts eaten, I'm a different kind
Caught slipping and always thinking of me sometimes
But all given to careful thought shifting;
The one who is sovereign is the Lord, who gave the gift of life

[Hook: Tony Grammz & Rosah]
Doesn't really matter what I'm doing or pursuing, if I do it without you then I do it in vain, it's a shame
Oh what a shame

[Verse 2: Rosah]
Who am I to judge how Mary goes round round
Uptown to downtown in a single bound
Eyes meet but we don't speak
Round trip no one way relationships
Skip the bill, rush straight to the service tips
There goes the bell, there goes the free lift
She stays holding that receipt
She knows every single sound
And still don't stop to ask if she likes the way that single sound

[Hook: Tony Grammz & Rosah]
Doesn't really matter what I'm doing or pursuing, if I do it without you then I do it in vain, it's a shame
Oh what a shame x2

A little curious;
How many Kwachas can you fit inside a single pound?
Enough to fix a ring, enough to nix an ugly clown
That wrong side down frown
Micky D's, pretty please, say cheese and crown
I think I found yet another way to fox a hound
Beat around the bush; box another round
Sort of feeling like a pronoun till they pronounce your first name on that death certificate

[Outro: Tony Grammz & Rosah]
Ah
Said tearing apart a meaningful art
And giving it scars of all that is fallen
Without the Father stuck in you heart
Say what a redundant problem

Oh what a shame
If I do it without you
Oh it's a shame if I do it in vain without you