Inspiration
Tony Tillman Lyrics

Aye look I do this wit a purpose
And not so you can pay me for these shows
You can pay me for my time, but you can't pay me for these flows
I appreciate your dime, but you can't pay me for these souls
Cause I'm giving people hope and that's more valuable than gold
I come from the bottom
That's why I'm always sounding deep
Pour my heart out in this music like I'm try'na drown a beat I can't run from my convictions
While I'm somewhere sound asleep
Someone else is getting jacked-up, buying crack from down the street
I see people at the shows
Different ages, different race
Look me in the face, dap me up and tell me they relate
To my past, but I rose like a flower in a vase
When they ask me how I do it, I say the power of His grace
Then they tell me 'bout they worlds
And the ghettos where they live
How they parents doing drugs,
How they partners getting killed
Saying they look up to me 'cause I relate to how they feel
And that through my testimony they can see that God is real
That inspire me!

My inspiration,
You are, you are
There's nothing you can't do... (do-oo-oo-o-oo)
With my hands held high
Til the day I die
I'm so inspired
By every single thing you do

My mama called me and she told me she was proud
She said Joe would feel the same
He probably somewhere wit a smile
I pray he somewhere in the clouds
Somewhere lookin' down
All these people at the show
Wish he was somewhere in the crowd
But he couldn't make it
Because he somewhere underground
And ain'the mining coal,
_______ gunned him down
I can still see his funeral
Everybody cried
Cast him out when he was living
Now they wish he was around
So I do this for the black sheep that's treated like the filth
People lookin' down and frontin' like they're walking on some stilts
Everyday I'm grinding try'na get behind the wall he built
I can give 'em tips on how to spin this wool into a quilt
I'm a model for the Mun-Muns, the Tres and the DeShauns
Neighbors see a criminal,
But all I see is Trevons
Teenagers try'na navigate a barricaded path
I should be the one who ask
"Can I have an autograph?"
You inspire me!

My inspiration,
You are, you are
There's nothing you can't do... (do-oo-oo-o-oo)
With my hands held high
Til the day I die
I'm so inspired
By every single thing you do

Look I don't rap to acquire fortune and fame, Naw
This aint for status, Bugattis, Porsches and chains {Naw}
This for Porsha and James {For You}
Feelin' tortured and pain {For You}
I'm settin' a course in they brain
Lightin' a torch in the rain
I'm liftin' weight these bars
I'm puttin' life in my lines
They sick, in need of a doc
I'm puttin' Christ rhymes
Don't care if I'm nice
I'm prayin' they see the life He designed
They vision's in need of curing
I'm givin' sight to the blind
They hurt us at controlling the cycle
And in the hood G.D.'s and Folks is the only disciples
Ain't never been to Paris, never flown over the Eiffel
But they can hear the sound of rifles unloading
In need of hope 'cause they soul is just stifled
And so I take my pen and pad
And I write with a passion
I'm aiming to be a light and not to be spiteful and bash it
'Cause through the fire, it's my hope they see life in the ashes
This life is crazy, I just pray they see Christ through the madness
I'm sincere with these songs I record
Never been nominated
Probably never win an award
But I get something back the accolades could never afford
When people hear my heart and say it point 'em back to the Lord
Man, that inspire me!

My inspiration
I'm so inspired by you
With my hands held high




'Til the day I die
I'm inspired by every single thing you do