R.U.I.N. - Why We Talk (Intro) lyrics

(Verse 1) Here's to a lifetime/ of kickin' rhymes/ From Brooklyn/ to Bethlehem, and back again/ I've put my mind, soul and heart and I packed'em in/ To this Magnum Opus, so I ain't slacking kid/ Y'all act dumb, no focus, so I'll paint canvases/ Of tantrums, so notice, a saint who manages/ To keep composure/ while standing in a fire/ Deep/ that erodes the/ planning of desires/ We want DJs who scratch pa** the bare surface/ Emcees doing more than rhyme in their verses/ Graffiti bombers who dare a bigger purpose/ Than them & b-boys who damn care cause its worth it/ Scholars who ain't all artsy fartsy superior/ But wanna transform the human heart's interior/ The Sharp Tongue EP was like a mothman prophecy/ Had to k**ed those tracks, before y'all got and saw all me/ So I Solomon-ly, solidly, and solemnly/ Swear/ the Most High, is why I outta be here/ What you'll audibly hear/ will be hell as funny/ Cause I've seen demons, wack rappers look like teletubbies/ (Verse 2) Don't care about the money, that just hold me back/ I mean sh**, Slaughterhouse undersold TobyMac/ Don't care about status, ‘yeah homie we major' / Record execs saying ‘yeah homie we made ya' / I know how to pick a fight but I gotta learn/ What fights are worth fighting, what bridges not to burn/ My sisters in Church/ fight to end patriarchy/ Fed up with misogyny, ready to start beef/ Keep my white ribbon/ cause these more than nice women/ Breaking stereotypes/ cause they cherish those rights/ Told police that you can't blame the victim of rape/ Whatever her clothes, race, name or signature traits/ To all those going through suicidal thoughts, I've Been there, please put them same scissors away/ Life ain't fair/ but you are young one so no matter what/ When we wrestle with God, Jacob's ladder will come/ Oh they threw you a curve ball? Well, all balls have curves/ So don't be too surprised by life's twists, falls, and turns/ A friend of mine said ‘God laughs at all of our plans'/ But thankfully, we're all in the palm of his hands/ (Verse 3) God's divine, God's the vine, I'm just the shoot of the branch/ Without wisdom' whispers, I'd never execute, all my plans/ Thank God for choosing to produce this fruit, who I am/ And for seeing Truth, not a minute too soon to understand/ Don't know much about parliament, so sue me, Riff-Raff/ Focus on the Kingdom, not who pretend to rule me, get that? / Relic, Troy K., Ill Seer, the new school, my main clan/ Praying for honoring Hip-Hop Honesty true, like amen/ God uses underdogs to put to shame the big dogs/ Even though there are big odds/ cause he's a Big God/ no I'm not/ Obama, not Audacity of Hope/ sorry Nope/ This the Audacity of Dope/ living Sainthood so/ that's