Walk on Water - Davina Michelle

I walk on water

But I ain’t no Jesus

I walk on water

But only when it freezes (fuck)

Why, are expectations so high?

Is it the bar I set?

My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach

A far cry from it, or it’s in my grasp, but as

Soon as I grab, squeeze

I lose my grip like the flying trapeze

Into the dark, I plummet

Now the sky’s blackening, I know the mark’s high

Butter-flies rip apart my stomach

Knowing that no matter what bars I come with

You’re gonna hark, gripe, and that’s a hard Vicodin to swallow

So I scrap these, as pressure increases, like khakis

I feel the ice cracking, because

I walk on water

But I ain’t no Jesus

I walk on water

But only when it freezes

It’s the curse of the standard

That the first of the Mathers disc set

Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet

Will this step just be another misstep

To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect, I’ve garnered?

The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless

And it always feels like I’m hitting the mark

'Til I go sit in the car, listen, and pick it apart

Like, «this shit is garbage»

God’s given me all this

Still I feel no different regardless

Kids look to me like as a God, this is retarded

If only they knew, it’s a facade and it’s exhaustive

And I try to not listen to nonsense

But if you bitches are trying to strip me of my confidence

Mission accomplished

I’m not God-sent

Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big, James Todd Smith, and I’m not Prince, so

I walk on water

But I ain’t no Jesus

I walk on water (It's true, I’m a Rubik’s, it’s true)

But only when it freezes (It's true)