Burden

Having nice threads is a burden 

and having alot of them is a chore 

cause having a sense of style dosen't trump the sense of a guy 

like me to get bored even at the thought of my closet being as packed as a department store.

a burden. 

The same burden that I used to pray for

is now the same one that i wished i never payed for 

cause i payed my way into defeat

and if clothes were prostitutes i would've caught a hell of a disease

but the fact i made that comparison calling my appendages a burden 

was because i really never took off that perverbial curtain.

the one of judgement 

of hoarding of sin of grief

cause the only sin we truly harbor is our innate tendancy to disbelieve

i remember i used to beg my parents for clothes 

i honestly forgot how old 

but i was old enough to remember 

but too young to really be told

not to hustle and live out your dream through clothes

i wasn't looking for the iphone or the blackberry bold

i found a new hold in my heart that made my face glow.

it was through the stiching and i enjoyed the finer fabrics

and if my mom ever brought home a wack thread i would never cause havoc

i would appreciate

you see but now my mind depreciates the value i put in clothes 

now let the story unfold

my love for clothes and fashion stemmed from the ability that what i felt inside of me

could be expressed by my garments

and i felt alot of things. 

as a young boy i often felt disgrace cause i never reached the par i never kept on the right pace 

cause my dad was a colonel in the land of guns and greed so being told i should be like him made

me loose all belief so i expressed my grief in bright colors and thin stripes 

they used to call me mr. thin stripes and i used to smile cause i loved the hype

i used to dress to figure out my soul

i didn't realize that to the clothes i was progressively getting sold

now as a young man pretty face i looked good for the girls with the slim waist

i went from being sewn up to being so far off

cause i put on nice fit trousers just for her to take hers off

so here comes the irony

my wrinkled clothes are screaming iron me

but i'm too busy with the girl that the clothes helped me get

you see but i used the girls to help me forget

why i dressed up in the beginning

i wanted to distance myself from feeling hurt, pain, and being too sewn tight

cause as perfect as God is we can't see He's the best tailor

the fabric is his herd and the thread is the word

so he makes us slim fit or double x l

we gotta keep our identities in and not try to expell

-ayoungprophet