[Lyric] New Yoke State of Mind (Bethel Adekogbe)

Can I be unequally yoked to my own decisions?
I ran the test, diagnosed, and I'm sick of my own prescription
Religion giving depictions of
Good and faithful servants
But what If I'm not Daniel or Joseph
And haven't been chosen
We all dream dreams
But I'm lacking interpretation
I'm sampling egregiously
Don't call them interpolations
Congratulations are due for the hottest verses in town
But if no one hears my album drop, did it even make a sound

My savings couldn't save me
I lose as soon as I get it
But you can delight in you're heart's desire on credit
I've been here for 5 months
A New Yoke of my own permission
But all I've really done since August has been thrifting
I talk a lot about theology, probably just to land
Currently, my bible sits to make my laptop stand
A grand achievement
This piece is a masterwork on its own
But all this self-confidence can't pay my student loans
But the future is just an enemy I don't have a weapon to face
Vanity on vanity
The swift still winning the race
But it ain't 2009 no more
Swimming in stress
Be who you wanna be
It's your world common sense
My first day in the city I got a flat on the ride
Changed the wheel on the streets
Until a cop told us to move aside
The city that never sleeps
High off Caffeine until I got low
I'm past exhausted today, I spare my tired for tomorrow

But I may be here for a while
Longer than I did expect to
I ain't mean to call you stupid
It's the tension it'll press you
I can't help but wonder if I'll be named in the next version of the Bible
Son of Henry and Paula
Brother to many
And Michael, he stresses that these panic attacks might overwhelm my defenses

And I definitely don't got it all under control
And I don't know how to ask for help
And I know I should call Simone
And it's wheezy f Baby
F is for financial struggling
And don't fight me cause I know how you girls like tussling
And am I gone be Saint Samson or Stephen cause both are troubling
I'm juggling my passion and purpose
It's getting harder
Am I gonna mind in the matter of the masses
Or be a father
Or be a martyr
I see much farther than I've beholden with these spectacles
Cast your burden upon Jesus because he cares for you
It's credible in Greek, Hebrew, and Aramaic
He paid it all on but Sally Mae ain't receive a payment
But will I drop all the distractions for this second degree to save us
Or in two years will I drop the album that finally makes me famous