Our Father in heaven
May I work according to Your will again
today, not according to mine
I am nothing but an insignificant sinner
But when You, Father, are with me
I believe that I can accomplish anything
The Lord has already provided me
with everything I need
So let me not feast alone
but let me realize the joy of sharing
Give me wisdom and good judgement,
the strength to overcome hardships
Let me be born again as
a messenger who spreads Your word
I have prayed in the name of the Lord
Amen
How can I make that money
I was addicted to the bills
Fortune-tellers say I'll make money
but I only got burned cigarettes
I was like, my wallet is empty
I search for coins deep inside
but find only cigarette receipts
The food I eat to survive
tastes of death
This neighborhood's too small,
I'm a big fish hooked on baits
I surface, ready to get money
I'm hungry for success
but I won't get scared
Cause I'm Ready-Made
Sometimes my brother asks,
“Why don't you write meaningful lyrics?"
"If you tried you could, isn't it annoying
when they call your music shallow?"
I am like, "That's not me"
"I can pretend to be the sea
but once you step in it's not deep"
Simple reply, it's not my life
I want to tell my stories
I want to describe realistically
what kind of person I am
In fear of backlash I've become
reluctant with my beloved word ‘hip hop'
Back then I was having drinks with Deepflow,
Huck P and I had respect for each other
But now it's awkward when we meet
I know, we're just
pursuing different goals
Nobody's wrong,
we each walk our own path
In this aspect, I do envy Dok2
(I pray) For my friends and the friends who
were hard on me, showing their true nature
High buildings or a poor hillside village,
the scenery you see below is all the same
So what if my notes are a bit off?
I'll just sing true to myself
Cause I'm Ready-Made
Ready-Made, sometimes I feel big
Sometimes I feel small, Biggie small shit
How he would have done it don't matter
Because as God's creation
I'm already a work of art
I feel like Marcel Duchamp, I'm Ready-Made
I feel like me, God's hand-made
(Hey Chong San) Admit you're a sinner,
lay down all your burdens
(Hey Chong San) It's time to stop
and abandon it, not growth but maturity
(Hey Chong San) There's no unfounded
corruption, no groundless recovery
(Aye San E) It's my mission
to use music to relay what I've learned
I'll be like
Thank you Lord, thank you Lord, hallelujah
I pray on my knees for victory
after these hardships
Also for a map to get
through the maze of life
I'm so blessed I'm so blessed,
the hardships' finale, I'm prepared
Oh Lord yes I am big
Jehovah is my shield
Even my dark past is a fruit,
it becomes the fertilizer for my flowers
Oh Lord but I am small
I'm small but my rap is a key
that moves a huge ship
I believe I'll accomplish
something bigger, I believe
Because true "belief is certainty
about what cannot be seen"
True "belief is certainty
about what cannot be seen"
Cause I'm Ready-Made
Ready-Made, sometimes I feel big
Sometimes I feel small, Biggie small shit
How he would have done it don't matter
Because as God's creation
I'm already a work of art
I feel like Marcel Duchamp, I'm Ready-Made
I feel like me, God's hand-made
God's hand-made
All glory to the Lord
