But It Aint Broke
Hook 1:
I don’t fit in the puzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work
I don’t dismiss the struggle, that’s why it doesn’t work
Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts
Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

Verse 1:
Yo, I don’t know jack about athletes. Don’t rap over trap beats
It’s probably been a year and a half since my last tweet
Don’t call my music ministry, cuz no one knows what that means
Plus I’d be the first to admit my Christianese is mad weak
But my faith don’t take a backseat
So even to the mainstream, I’m deemed a black sheep
Leak an occasional curse word, some scream he blasphemed
But not sure how to move through what’s dirty and keep my tracks clean
Truly bad seeds are few and far between
So I don’t act too classy to do the harvesting
Don’t move with massive crews like we the hardest team
Or hide behind useless platitudes masked as artistry
Won’t woo the foolish with that cars and bling
See, I can invest in the message and never charge a thing
Wear heart on sleeve and spit bars for free
Cuz if I expect better it best to start with me
Hook 2:
I don’t give into trouble, that’s why it doesn’t work
I don’t spit through a muzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work
Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts
Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed

Verse 2:
Yo, I don’t go on a posting rampage to leverage my fanbase
Cuz I don’t expect dough from those I’ve never met with a handshake
Prefer to show fam thanks directly to a man’s face
And don’t roll in the spot rocking lots of brand names
Don’t switch my flow, surveying radio landscapes
Or spit brainless to imitate the latest dance craze
Don’t got no social media campaign
Cuz I ain’t scheming on some greedy hopes for a grand stage
No bitties in videos feeding me champagne
Or blowing smoke out the whip’s window, clambaked
Don’t pretend predicaments are fixed with band aids
But optimistic there’s a lot of issues that we can change
Cuz I didn’t forget when hip hop was a lifted fist
Now it’s a soundtrack for sick misogynistic kids
So I’m glad it doesn’t work, cuz if it did
That’d be bad in a world as twisted as this

Hook 3:
I don’t fit in the puzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work
I don’t dismiss the struggle, that’s why it doesn’t work
Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts
Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed
I don’t give into trouble, that’s why it doesn’t work
I don’t spit through a muzzle, that’s why it doesn’t work
Yo, my pen is a shovel, I dig till something hurts
Sifting through the rubble to lift up whatever comes unearthed
Outro:
Don’t got one of them classic rap voices
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work
Don’t battle or brag on my bad choices
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work
Don’t sing or go off the top with frees
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work
Don’t sling trees and never copped a piece
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work
Don’t got no street cred and I ain’t a weed head
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work
But I don’t leave bed every morning with regrets
That’s why it doesn’t work. It doesn’t work