Nobody told me 
I’d have to get used to the bottom
Nobody told me
I’d have to clean my life out the dirt
If I made you cry
I didn’t meant to
I know what I should’ve done
But I just couldn’t be bothered

But now I want you
Jump up in the air and stay there
Do what you supposed to
You know that them niggas don’t play fair
Over there

Nobody told me
I’d have to be the one to say it
I know I’m always wrong in your eyes
I give you everything
Because I need to
Nobody told me a flower could die
If its been overwatered

Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky

But now I want you
Jump up in the air and stay there
Do what you supposed to
You know that them niggas don’t play fair
Over there

Nobody told me 
I’d have to get used to the bottom
Nobody told me
I’d have to clean my life out the dirt

Songwriter: Antonio Maclin Jr.
Producer: Peachcurls
Mix & Mastering: Spencer Martin

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David August Boiler Room Berlin Live Set

Statistics show abortion is the number one killer of blacks in America and millions–both women and men–wrestle with guilt years after the deed is done. Lamp Mode’s lyrical theologian, Stephen the Levite, opens up about one of his children being aborted in high school in a just-released promotional video titled, “Truth Is…”

“Truth is, I got a girl pregnant when I was in high school, and she ended up aborting the baby. And if that child was still alive, it’d be a teenager by now,” said the introspective artist in the mini documentary-style visual directed by Scouts Honor Media.

“And that’s a reality I have to live with. That was something I had to think about when I was writing one of the songs for this album.”

Stephen the Levite, a devoted husband and father, describes Can I Be Honest?, which releases November 18, as “the hardest album I’ve had to write.” It is also said to be his most transparent, sharing both the highs and lows of life and love—the latter being the focal point of his second single, “143,” featuring Chris Jackson.

Along the lines of “S.O.S.”—A previous lyrical ode to his wife Trisha—“143” (An incorporation of the pager code 143, which means I Love You), serves as a fresh public tribute to his “bae.”

“Who said love songs are an R&B thing? I’ll do more in the Lord’s name if it’s pleasing,” rhymes Stephen the Levite, real name Darrell Bell, reminding listeners that the open admiration of his bride is biblical in origin.

“There’s proof in the Proverbs that my public praise is proper, personal pleasure, and props to God’s work,” he adds in one of the lines of the single that offers a glimpse inside his imperfect, yet God-honoring, union. As the release date of Can I Be Honest? draws nearer, Stephen the Levite continues pulling back layers of the complex project until the day arrives when the full spectrum of all he wishes to say is revealed.

Take a listen to “143 ft. Chris Jackson,” the new single from Stephen the Levite’s upcoming album, Can I Be Honest?

Stephen the Levite - 143 ft. Chris Jackson

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A wonderfully diverse trip down memory lane.

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XLR8R Influences Podcast 11: Pinch

I know you taste like water
You are my moon and sun
Hide all your sons and daughters
There's a mad man on the run
Put them to sleep
Don't eat after 8 o'clock
Because I told you so
Just you and me
So free, somebody, make it stop
Look at the time, you gotta go

(Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know)

You say I need to grow up
I don't know
I feel like I'm about to throw up
Don't know if I wanna stay, but where would I go?
It's been so long since we had time to be alone
I can't remember who I used to be
Just to remember the way you smell, I stole your clothes
Was that you, or was that me (me, me, me, me)?

(Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you mad)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you mad)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know)

Born Without You

I'm a different type of nigga, ain't it
No discussion, no debating
Who you know can fade me
Nose dived in the game
Changed the way my days go
And then I made some paper
I was fucked up too
So I believe in you
All I had to do 
Was stop watching other people's moves
You on instagram watching other niggas in the stu'
Yeen got shit to do
Don't you make music too
See I'm the plug for all the j's like good crack
It's not for love
Bitch, I got paid and never looked back
But look at you and look at me
Look what life done took from me
So don't hit my line
Unless you finna pay a booking fee
I'm so left-of-center that my clothes be fitting crookedly
Angel to a sinner turn her pussy open book 
And she want me to read in it sustained
Tucked off so every time they see me they be like
"Oh my goodness! How come when this nigga pull up he on some hood shit?"
Pistol on my lap and its a wood grip
You smoking on a Black and it's a wood tip
Ugh, Bitch
I just upgraded my phone
Who is this
Its in my veins
I gotta run it up and do it quick
I go through tribulations alone
And learn the truest shit
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big

Bitch, I'm super big
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big
Bitch, I'm super big

Okay, immaculate conception 
No one fathered my style
Bitches call me daddy
Never fathered a child
Never skipping leg day
Hoe, I been jogging for miles
I'm on this paper chase
So fuck what niggas talking about
Cuz I be feeling like
Fuck is niggas feeling like
If I ain't doing anything fulfilling
I ain't feeling right
Can't pay too much attention 
To the way these niggas
Like I get that it's a system, mental prison
But who really in control on how you live yo life
Rappers getting chicken off of snitching
Really got you mad as Bill O'Reilly
How get outcho feelings
All this watching niggas getting hot and shit ain't stopping anybody
It's idiotic letting that type of energy in yo body
That's why I need some room
I need my space
I fuck a bitch and then I run outta sage to burn in my place
See I done took it slow
Learned to smell the roses
Took a look at my reflection 
Then I found that thing that everybody looking for
I'm witnessing Jehovah can you feel me knocking
Well let me in
I know the fighting champ ain't really shit unless he win
So what the fuck I look like ever walking out the gym
Whoever I'ma be in like 20 rotations I'm only looking up to him
I hope its time well spent
Bitch, I be feeling super big
Wakko

Bitch, I'm super big
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big
Bitch, I'm super big

Super Big (feat. Blokhead Johnny)

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