Point God (feat. Marlon Craft)

If you ain't with startin' what you finish
Then what's the point of startin' it way before the beginning?
See, this my ginger and my water with honey and lemon
I never hang with individuals that don't see the vision

So what's the point of speakin' my mind if you ain't gon' listen?
The voice in my head could outweigh the difference
You hear the sonics that I'm bringin' to
The game, it's not a Sega Genesis, yeah

I'm golden era vintage
The money longer than it seem like Black women shrinkage

Straight middle fingers to you, I ain't gotta splint it
Oh, this my jam, isn't it?
See, what's the point in all this image that you uphold?
These rappers delicate, testin' me, everything I cut cold
With every breath, I been very necessary with steps

I ain't miss a day of therapy yet
My mental health before anything else
'Cause there was dark days where I
Begged the man above to send me a text
What's the point of bein' gangsta if you ain't gangsta when it count?
Well, pick that gun up off your hip, won't pick your mama out a house
Hold yourself accountable for what you count, check
If you gonna carry on this court, then
Pick up game that you should bounce
See, what's the point?

So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You too afraid of pushin' over your pride (What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein' trapped in your mind
If you ain't thinkin' 'bout escapin' some time? (What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you ain't tappin' with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you, it's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of always cappin' in line
If you ain't never gonna capitalize? (What's the point?)

What's the Rod Strickland, the thesis
The root of your critique, latitude, longitude, peak?
What's the finger callin' them out, sayin' they did it?
What's the numbers on the board that say if you or they winnin'?
If when the game that they gave us leave you with few more plays in
Just wishin' that you had more time
You feel you shoulda played different
That's why I'm livin' through the
Lens of a wiser me lookin' back at me
So every time I make a decision, I'm really lappin' me

Worried 'bout the casualties of apathy

Really care about shit, I used to do it bashfully
But what's the point of not lettin' them know that I love
Before I'm soakin' from ice meltin' on the shoulders I rub?
This pride of mine won't die defined by lies
Designed to buy my time so I won't find me

You gotta build your legs to walk the walk
Before I came to the light, I did squats in the dark

So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You too afraid of pushin' over your pride (What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein' trapped in your mind
If you ain't thinkin' 'bout escapin' some time? (What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you ain't tappin' with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you, it's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of always cappin' in line
If you ain't never gonna capitalize? (What's the point?)