Jaime by Alert312 Lyrics
[Verse]
I always wanted to do it big
That's why the Latin King Pres
Hip Hop and filthy politics
Allured me growing up
All these characters
Playing prototypes in my story
Through skill, or hustle
Campaigning
Or manipulation
Big was written on their poker faces
Pocket books
And praises
Praised by bystanders, haters
And fanatics alike -
It was contagious
The pull of man's worship
Always called me
But 6am consistently intrigued me
Jaime
Waking up from Sunday to Sunday
Consistently serving
Pulpit to the boiler room
Liquor store corner to the library
Spanish radio halls
To the sick halls of hospitals
Serving
Father of 4
Husband of 1
Serving, Uncompromising shepherd
To one of Chicago's 7 7
Serving, Father of the fatherless
Yet unsung servant serving
Every time I gravitated
To a definition of false manhood
His dynamic example left me undone
And everytime I sought
To wave off Christ
As a traditional religion
Jaime's supernatural way of loving
Undid my conviction
How do you front on what's real?
Grown man
Showing up to every
Sullivan Hoop Squad game - Real
The fatherless squad called him Pops
How could I front on real?
Instead of cadillac riding
To the parish
You'd see my father perish
Walking in worn down dress shoes
From Hermitage to Glenwood and back
Seminario, West Side, and back
Almost like back was his forward
And decrease was his glory
"A Dios sea la gloria" he would say
"You got to die to self always
In order to resurrect things."
Perishing
South Side, Pastor Ford
Pulled me to the side
Lion in his eyes
Told me
"Your's Jaime's reflection
Don't neglect it."
Honestly, I respected pops
But inside I wanted
Bigger things to mess with
Not pastoral stressing
Late night messages
Compassionate counseling sessions
Funeral blessings
And Gospel proclamations
Not to mention
Nor little pay grades
And counter - American
Materialism decisions
I wanted life big
Like Big
But Jaime showed me what life is
Big is all the little things
Most don't give
The pennies amounting to a million
Over investing a whole life
Give
Philippians 2 type greatness
Emptiness makes full - Give
The silent leader makes bigger waves
Through persistant ripples
That most big men miss
Live, Small and make God big
Pushing me to reflect
On my definition of success
Cause Jaime reflected
God's message of redemption the best
Which left me perplexed
On how few father's are
Actually Christ like present
And how I am undeservingly blessed
So when I look into Zion's eyes
May he see Jaime's refection
And in so doing
See Christ's Reality, Death
And Resurrection
I always wanted to do it big
That's why the Latin King Pres
Hip Hop and filthy politics
Allured me growing up
All these characters
Playing prototypes in my story
Through skill, or hustle
Campaigning
Or manipulation
Big was written on their poker faces
Pocket books
And praises
Praised by bystanders, haters
And fanatics alike -
It was contagious
The pull of man's worship
Always called me
But 6am consistently intrigued me
Jaime
Waking up from Sunday to Sunday
Consistently serving
Pulpit to the boiler room
Liquor store corner to the library
Spanish radio halls
To the sick halls of hospitals
Serving
Father of 4
Husband of 1
Serving, Uncompromising shepherd
To one of Chicago's 7 7
Serving, Father of the fatherless
Yet unsung servant serving
Every time I gravitated
To a definition of false manhood
His dynamic example left me undone
And everytime I sought
To wave off Christ
As a traditional religion
Jaime's supernatural way of loving
Undid my conviction
How do you front on what's real?
Grown man
Showing up to every
Sullivan Hoop Squad game - Real
The fatherless squad called him Pops
How could I front on real?
Instead of cadillac riding
To the parish
You'd see my father perish
Walking in worn down dress shoes
From Hermitage to Glenwood and back
Seminario, West Side, and back
Almost like back was his forward
And decrease was his glory
"A Dios sea la gloria" he would say
"You got to die to self always
In order to resurrect things."
Perishing
South Side, Pastor Ford
Pulled me to the side
Lion in his eyes
Told me
"Your's Jaime's reflection
Don't neglect it."
Honestly, I respected pops
But inside I wanted
Bigger things to mess with
Not pastoral stressing
Late night messages
Compassionate counseling sessions
Funeral blessings
And Gospel proclamations
Not to mention
Nor little pay grades
And counter - American
Materialism decisions
I wanted life big
Like Big
But Jaime showed me what life is
Big is all the little things
Most don't give
The pennies amounting to a million
Over investing a whole life
Give
Philippians 2 type greatness
Emptiness makes full - Give
The silent leader makes bigger waves
Through persistant ripples
That most big men miss
Live, Small and make God big
Pushing me to reflect
On my definition of success
Cause Jaime reflected
God's message of redemption the best
Which left me perplexed
On how few father's are
Actually Christ like present
And how I am undeservingly blessed
So when I look into Zion's eyes
May he see Jaime's refection
And in so doing
See Christ's Reality, Death
And Resurrection