Follow The Shepherd
Written entirely and exclusively by Sean Little

Verse one

Heart felt could never tell how I felt him
Dealt the same hand that was dealt him
Whipped with the same belt that pelt him
Refined by the fire that melt him
Scott Little little brother believe anything he tell him
In Cool Water, watermelon, and menthols I smell him
I would sell with him
Came to the truth name Andrew had to tell him
His pain on my shoulders privileged to help him
April twenty-fifth the gift I knelt with him
Remind myself what I tell him
Don't bother with lesser
Follow the Shepherd

Chorus one

Yeah so I holler yes sir
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
How beautiful are the feet of the messenger
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
On a journey I'm learning and yes it hurts
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
Live life 'til the end then give death it's turn
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd

Verse two

It's so much more to life
Than copping an eight or nine 'til four or five
Of that I am horrified
Called into the truth, convinced, fortified
Know it so well that I won't settle for a lie
Punks rebel for the night
Then fall in line come morning time
Live in torment trying come on let's climb
Out of death's valley
Inhale exhale proudly
Now we stand firm this is how we
Remain free from following the flock
Making honorable hip hop
Prodigal with the gift I got
Topical when I spit or talk
Optical audible the visual
Not logical how I got a grip on Scott
With my faith in the Son and my face to the sun
Feeling half baked from the blunt proposition
Follow the Shepherd even in opposition
When they opposing you
Realize the privilege of the chosen few
What about them?
These are words spoke to you
Hear the lies the dissonance and the culture clues

Chorus two

Yeah so I holler yes sir
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
How beautiful are the feet of the messenger
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
On a journey I'm learning and yes it hurts
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
Live life 'til the end then give death it's turn
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd

Verse Three

This be the realest song I ever wrote ever spoke
Heavy load don't choke food for faith swallow slow
This be the realest song I ever wrote ever spoke
Heavy load don't choke food for faith swallow slow
Slow slow I'm slow swallowing
To make it to the top won't pop like gold bottle
And so following I've lost myself
No wallowing although I've lost myself
Role modeling as I follow follow me
To fulfillment from hollow you can follow my lead
He who I'm following
Shepherd to His sheep
Embodied our infirmities
Crushed for our iniquities
His punishment brought us peace
Stricken by God
Spitten on by His flock
Kicked and flogged
Crucified fixed to a cross
Died and conquered the grave
I'm no longer a slave

Chorus three

Yeah so I holler yes sir
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
How beautiful are the feet of the messenger
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
On a journey I'm learning and yes it hurts
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd
Live life 'til the end then give death it's turn
Follow the Shepherd follow the Shepherd