Piecemeal Songtext
von Mars ILL

We got to the club and he just asked me
"When was the last time you really felt something?"
I said, "I don′t know."

I'm the explicit version without the illicit person

I sit atop these radio-friendly Nissan Cursings
A diversion from the 9 to 5 grind that you′ve been working
An answered prayer we strike the match and keep desire burning
The birdie graduating class is looking for the back door
That goes disco, ska, neo-soul, and rapcore
Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents

Only so long you'll piggyback on our accomplishments

You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense
Guilt trip, that's all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits
Falsehood lips can fall off like the crabs in a bucket
In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets
But I can′t believe the hype, so you stop the waiting program
And read between the lines and fingertips when you hold hands
In 5 years they′ll know what I know and you'll have no fans
And I′ll still be making classic records as an old man


If you know the words you can sing these songs
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palms
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition

There's a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling
Follies, parlor tricks, and hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets
Economics downtrodden, the stock market is struggling
And all the sorrow′s packaged up and FedExed to the government

Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in
When knowing's more than seeing now we′re
Choking on the freedom that we're breathing
(Breathe out) And we all take a beating
When we treat God like a distant cousin cause we're so ashamed
That faith is more than Sunday school and sermons on the weekend
Sleepless, out and pointing fingers and deciding who′s to blame
When blatant accusations knock fam out the frame
I write the way I write because there′s power in the name

And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper sticker tagline
That cheapens what He did and who He is to all His people
We're all different pages of the same book, believe me that′s fine
Just don't get offended when Dust drops the needle


If you know the words you can sing these songs
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palms
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition

Too hot for TV, radio, magazines, and movies
Putting work off the clock while the sign reads "Off Duty"
Signed verses, yours truly, pollute the stream of consciousness
I′m calling public libraries and begging them for sponsorship
I'm the type of guy that′s real easy to get honest with

Never mind the fact that in rap I'm like a monolith
The archetype pondering, breaking the bonds that hold us
In a monstrous move that's reminiscent of the cold crush
Mold my will till it resembles divine covenants

Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering
Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter
Over every inch of global territory much faster
Cast lots for the chance to advance my point of view
In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you
If all hearts can do their part beyond what we feel
We′ll take it in one shot but for now we′ll do it piecemeal

If you know the words you can sing these songs
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palms
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen
Gather the scraps together, build a whole new composition