Grits - Fragmentation Lyrics
Lyrics
A mere fragmentation, chip off the old block,
With the insulated tubing of a football sock, with stripes being levels of achievement,
Rolling up my sleeves, went and tried to get mine,
This I found, fine: that I write rhymes for days; please, no praise,
The latest craze is what's leaking from the deacon speaking freaking words like the Miami nightclub,
What's all the hubbub, Bub?
Got all the bits and particles of my articles, piece in the puzzle,
Searching for the reason to guzzle, drinking juice that ain't theirs,
Cold as ice from my stares,
Fein broken-hearted fit in non-members credit card,
They weigh in, swearing they're gonna stay in.
With my spiritual blessings I'm a spendthrift not a tightwad,
Keeping pressure off my chest, peaceful sleeping like "Goodnight God,"
And slumber-chopping, lumbar-propelled, posture-crushing mainframe,
Playing brain games to maintain, perpetuate the same thing,
We are the world, we are the children,
Throw your hands to the ceiling,
These fragmentations with high standards, aspirations,
Using vocal complications, keeping on-air deceit,
Thinking to yourself, "They're so unique,"
Keep your mouth shut, you better not speak 'til my entire satieties satisfied society,
My variety is gaining notoriety.
Ah, that was "Fragmentation" on your FM dial - W. F. R. A. G.
Show me that emcee coming closer in comparison,
Embarrassing himself, trying to stand within my sphere with metaphoric grind or fantasised rhymes,
Trapped in the biz of making hits with greatest misses,
I'm a lyricist of past and current times, in multitudes hearing "Mental,"
Fools salute Christian complications in the way I administer medication,
Calls at congregations to collapse the detonation,
Facing the fragmentation of breaking down of spirit by supernatural chemicals, reaction to my lyrics,
How do you want it? East, north, west, or south?
And let this rhythm see from Tennessee's beat gang,
They turned you out.
18 Avenue, South Side, this style was compiled,
A reminder - what you facing is simply bonafide Southern pride,
Hails from Jacksonville, Florida, to Douglas, Georgia, to Birmingham, Alabama,
Now Deville I reside,
Some may say this style is simplistic; they got it twisted, they missed it,
Though they may dis it, there's millions in ghettos listening,
Tasting my vocal mystic, my flavours come in linguistics.
My last part of a song ya'll might find odd,
I'm here under the assumption that some of y'all might find God,
That's the only reason Grits loads clips and shoot verses: to further the kingdom and give the ode,
You guys in hearses,
Shot breeze, now outing thousand five from the beginning,
The beat will fade out, but first you'll hear it thinning,
Complete thought is needed to follow this mental poetry,
Three dimensional images appeal close to spiritually if you're hearing me, not with your ears but in your heart,
Make connections with proper grounding, your chest is pounding from these fragmentated-sounding, compound, round elements,
Natural-born thrillers wrought in Oliver Stone flicks.
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Meaning & Inspiration
Grits delivers a profound and challenging message with "Fragmentation," a track unveiled on November 3, 1998, as part of his album *Factors of the Seven*. Far from a mere collection of rhymes, this song serves as a potent spiritual x-ray, dissecting the fractured state of both individual faith and the broader spiritual landscape. Grits fearlessly addresses the pervasive inconsistencies he observes, aiming to awaken discernment and encourage a genuine pursuit of God amidst a world often content with superficiality. His lyrical prowess, deeply rooted in Southern conviction, becomes a vehicle for truth, urging listeners to move beyond outward appearances and embrace an authentic, kingdom-focused life.
The central theme revolves around the idea of "fragmentation"—the spiritual brokenness and hypocrisy that can permeate even sacred spaces. Grits opens by humbly presenting himself as a "mere fragmentation," a "chip off the old block," which suggests both a sense of humility and a recognition of shared human fallibility. However, he quickly pivots to critique the "latest craze"—a disturbing trend where "the deacon speaking freaking words like the Miami nightclub." This sharp observation targets religious leaders or figures who compromise their spiritual integrity, blurring the lines between sacred calling and worldly entertainment or misconduct. It's a stark reminder of the warnings found in Scripture against those who preach one thing but live another, as seen in Matthew 23, where Jesus decries the Pharisees for their outward piety masking inner corruption, and in 2 Timothy 3:5, which speaks of those "having a form of godliness but denying its power." Grits challenges the superficiality that leads people to "drink juice that ain't theirs" or engage in financially questionable behaviors, hinting at covetousness and a lack of integrity within spiritual circles, echoing Luke 12:15's admonition to "beware of all covetousness."
Amidst this critique of spiritual disarray, Grits contrasts false pretense with genuine faith, revealing the fruits of his own walk. He proclaims, "With my spiritual blessings I'm a spendthrift not a tightwad," highlighting a generosity that flows from divine provision rather than material hoarding. This resonates deeply with passages like 2 Corinthians 9:7, which celebrates cheerful giving, reflecting a heart transformed by grace. His subsequent assertion of "peaceful sleeping like 'Goodnight God'" paints a picture of serene trust, a quiet confidence found in surrendering anxieties to the Almighty, a peace that surpasses all understanding as described in Philippians 4:7. This profound peace stands in stark opposition to the "brain games to maintain, perpetuate the same thing" he observes in others—the endless striving and self-preservation of those operating outside of divine peace. He further exposes "fragmentations with high standards, aspirations, Using vocal complications, keeping on-air deceit," directly confronting those who twist or overcomplicate spiritual truth for self-aggrandizement or to mislead. This mirrors the warnings against false teachers and prophets found in 2 Peter 2:1-3, who "secretly introduce destructive heresies" and exploit people with deceptive words.
Grits unapologetically plants his flag, declaring his Southern roots and authentic voice, emphasizing that his message, though sometimes labeled "simplistic," reaches "millions in ghettos listening." This isn't a boast but a declaration of his commitment to reaching those often overlooked, affirming that God often chooses the simple and humble to confound the wise (1 Corinthians 1:27). His lyrical journey culminates in a clear articulation of his ultimate purpose: "That's the only reason Grits loads clips and shoot verses: to further the kingdom and give the ode," making it unequivocally clear that his craft is a direct ministry, a mission to lead others to salvation. This declaration echoes the Great Commission, urging believers to be witnesses and make disciples (Matthew 28:19-20), and the timeless call to "seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness" (Matthew 6:33). He implores the audience to listen "not with your ears but in your heart," advocating for spiritual discernment that transcends mere auditory reception. This profound call to hear with the heart aligns with Proverbs 4:23, which advises guarding one's heart, for "everything you do flows from it," and Jeremiah 24:7, where God promises to "give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord." "Fragmentation" is not just a song; it's a powerful, unvarnished call to spiritual integrity, a demand for authenticity in faith, and an inspiring challenge to seek God wholeheartedly, fostering genuine connection in a fragmented world.