Erik Stephen

 

You can take me, you can leave me, you can hate me or receive me

Embracing or competing, it doesn’t change how He perceives me

Squeezing every lemon, same dream, a different lesson

Life can be like a brain freeze 7/11

I questioned my intentions every move and direction

They dangled that mangled carrot until my wallet was barren

Not caring if I perished or any tear in my marriage

But the pairing of Michelle and Erik is stronger than red herrings

I’m not sharing in your pay-to-plays, I’d rather waste away

Rather play in a fountain, grab the change and make it rain

I’d rather pay Nic Cage a wage to stay at my place

Rather slay the Great Grape Ape on the USA train

So while you’re sleeping, I’ll be leaving when my lease ends

Pack the van on the weekends and hit the land sharing Jesus

Stop forcing open doors and hoping He peeks in

I’m no longer testing God so I’m pulling the fleece in

 

CHORUS 1

I am Erik Stephen and I ain’t ever leaving

Keep beating on my chest left screaming til you see me

With your beady little eyes, keep feeding me little lies

Seeing them dollar signs is leaving your soul blind

(x2)

 

I’m tired of us indie artists getting treated like we’re mini markets

Like we’re only worth it if we come from Target

In reality it’s us who work the hardest

In a sea of mansions it’s not in fashion to be apartments

Outsmarted by an artist from the bargain bin

Pardon the part of this that isn’t bipartisan

But if you’re honest in your jargon about the heart of men

Then prophet artisans are nonprofit in marketing

I could water it down so it drowns and builds my numbers

Paint in pretty colors or be generic like Dr. Thunder

Or coddle with an awful gospel topples the others

That logic’s rotten! I’d be Robbin’ you like I’m the Boy Wonder

I could switch off my mic but I can’t switch off my light

So I’ll be a king and priest forever because of Christ

I could switch off my mic but I can’t switch off my light

So I’ll be a king and priest forever because of Christ

 

CHORUS 2

I am Erik Stephen and I ain’t ever leaving

Keep beating on my chest left screaming til you see me

With your beady little eyes, keep feeding me little lies

Until the day that I die, I’m on that 4:13 grind

(x2)

 

I fell when I was weak cause I failed to believe

Got it twisted like I’m French, “Je m’appelle Erik”

Like Belle and the Beast, yo there’s beauty in me

I was unveiled to the King and now He’s jealous for me

Holy Spirit, move me, you’re proving you improve me

You approve me, others forget they ever knew me

“Who he?” Who, me? Yo, I ain’t no newbie

I’ll be dancing like Snoopy when I flood your newsfeed!

Use me tomorrow, You lead I’ll follow

Produce fruit with brute roots that’s too huge to swallow

Also called me in the womb, protecting me as I grew

You’re my guardian like Rocket Raccoon

I AM GROOT.

Boop boop bee doo, yo send out the troops

I’m living proof You can use a recluse to spread Your news

New shoes, a new suit, a new attitude

I could use a scoop of soup with Salt’n’Pepa ‘fore we shoop

What a Mighty Good Man, the Lamb, He fills my cup

Call me a lush, cause sixteen bars ain’t enough

I’m in love, yo this is nuts that He sent His only Son

To elect me and accept me as I was

So I made the tough decision to follow in His mission

A Christian should be driven ‘stead of sitting in remission

Grab the puppy and the misses, leave the money and the riches

I’m out to change the world, I just ask that you take a listen

 

CHORUS 3

I am Erik Stephen and I ain’t ever leaving

Keep beating on my chest left screaming til you see me

With your beady little eyes, keep feeding me little lies

I’m changing people’s lives when I tell ‘em that Jesus rised

(x2)