Porcelain feat. Eshon Burgundy
Written by: C.Frempong, A.Hairston, K.Harris
Recorded by: A.Hairston at Good Look Multimedia Studios

Kbeatz!

Hook:
You put me in the fire for however long
Till all of my desire and my treasure gone
Till my so called power is devoured by the current circumstance
And I’m forced to throw up my hands
Outsiders inquire what kind of tip i'm on
Like they aint never seen a man get his submission on
When I think about everything that it cost him
Man! I must have cost a fortune PORCELAIN!

Verse:
I’m on my prime time grind like nightline
Grip the instrumental through the pencil like a python
Squeezing till my breathing is coming through the pipeline
Wheezing but I still keep speaking as long as my mic on
Heart of a lion reconstructed and redeemed yo
Know the boy saved you can tell it by my lingo
Holiness wholeness restored fellowship
Boldness
Feed the poor check it as benevolence
Encouraged the celibate
Warn the promiscuous
Celebrate the father’s who navigate their descendants
I’m pro-life
What if it was your life?
Instant renewer of the mind
The paradigm has shifted
More promise then Keith Murray had in the beginning
More honest then truth serum
I’m batting ever inning
When I hit them its in the clouds with the fowl of the air (Yeah)
Flying through the firmament it’s permanently there
Pardon me just let me take a moment simply to declare
He is God he is how he is who he is where
He the truth and the dare
And you can never shake him
He coming after one and leave the ninety-nine waiting
Now how am I hating with this analzation
Cause I glamorize a God that makes a man deny Satan
Say I’m blood bought I meant it- that aint just a fly statement
Don’t look at me like you don’t see the picture that I’m painting
You got eyes you got ears
You aint blind you can hear

Verse:
Get them hands up in the ear
Leave them there for just a moment
But the moment aint mine though
Got to remain mindful of Hebrews 5:4
Yes! I’ll follow
Every morning I’m at the feet of my high priest
Throwing prayers up
Yup! Our God’s great
We were living in New Jersey that garden state
Christ was the means to get us back on his team
Check second Samuel fourteen fourteen
Instead of forsaken I was forgiven
Fortunately God aint stick a fork in him
I deserve a pitchfork for the things I thought
I deserve to be sold out but i'm blood bought
Christ came to reconcile us back to God
And give us a get out of hell free card
And the word says the wages of sin are death
So since I did not pay that debt
I’m just going to praise him till his ears go deaf
Or my voice goes horse first
I offer my praise up first sort of like hors d’oeuvers
And adhere to my master’s orders
See originally I was like his enemy
I wretched dude before I rescued
So I guess Lord what I’m trying to say is thank you