Who’s JohnnieB - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) A human was born from the fight, Came out the dark still chasing the light. If you did him wrong, better say that shit right, ’Cause he don’t fold when he knows what’s right. You can’t stomp out his pride even if you try, He been through hell with the truth in his eyes. No matter how many times he was fed a damn lie, He still stood up with his hands to the sky. Two wrongs don’t make it right, But two sides still made one life. Something is coming into the light, It’s JohnnieB with the black and the white. JohnnieB on the beat. Not the dark knight of the night, But the gray in the middle when both sides fight. Big John got the prayer, Little Johnnie got the bite, JohnnieB got the balance with the pen held tight. See, fuck with the name and you might meet the flame, But he ain’t just rage, he ain’t just pain. He can forgive, then remember the stain, He can walk through the storm and still smile in the rain. He came from the hurt, but he ain’t trapped there, He learned real quick that life ain’t fair. He took every scar and put truth in the air, Now they ask who he is like they wasn’t aware. Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the one that survived, The one that got buried but still came alive. The one with the dark and the light inside, The one they can’t kill when the music rides. Hook Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the best and the worst, The blessing and curse, the church and the hearse. The man in the middle who bled through the verse, Ain’t perfect, motherfucker, but he knows what he’s worth. Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the black and the white, The wrong and the right, the day and the night. The one they keep trying to label in fights, But he’s the whole damn balance when both sides collide. Verse 2 He ain’t a demon, he just knows his hell, He ain’t a saint, but he knows that as well. He ain’t a product you can put on a shelf, No one knows JohnnieB like he knows himself. He made Big John from the love in his chest, Made Little Johnnie from the hate and the stress. Then stood in the middle while both sides pressed, Trying to turn that war into something blessed. Y’all see one mask and think that’s the face, But JohnnieB is the whole damn place. The wound, the healing, the fall, the grace, The man still running his own damn race. He got faith in his heart and doubt in his bones, He can stand in a crowd and still feel alone. He can write from the dirt and still build a throne, He can make every fracture sound fully grown. Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the voice in the split, The one who can love and still talk his shit. The one who can pray, then curse when he’s pissed, The one they can’t box because none of it fits. He’s not just the anger, not just the calm, Not just the sinner, not just the psalm. Not just the hand with the ink on the palm, He’s the whole damn storm before and after the bomb. They tried to make him a villain, tried to make him a lie, Tried to make him the bad guy every damn time. But he turned every rumor into fuel for the grind, Then left fingerprints on every line. Hook Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the best and the worst, The blessing and curse, the church and the hearse. The man in the middle who bled through the verse, Ain’t perfect, motherfucker, but he knows what he’s worth. Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the black and the white, The wrong and the right, the day and the night. The one they keep trying to label in fights, But he’s the whole damn balance when both sides collide. Verse 3 He’s the one with the pen that won’t stop, The one who got low, then climbed back on top. The one they watched fall, then hated the drop, ’Cause every damn loss made another song knock. He ain’t running from problems, he runs toward truth, Even when truth knocks blood from the tooth. He can be grown and still carry the youth, He can be hurt and still stand as the proof. He’s Arkansas roots with a universe brain, Middle-class scars with a multiverse name. Urban and suburban, both in the frame, Regular guy with an irregular flame. He’s not rich, not fake, not easy to tame, Not one damn thing that you throw in a claim. He’s JohnnieB, bitch, remember the name, The man who made balance out of pain. So ask who he is, I’ll tell you again, He’s the core, the storm, the wound, and the pen. Big John and Little Johnnie both came from him, But JohnnieB is the whole world they live in. And when they try to drag him back into the night, He steps through the dark with his own damn light. Not perfect, not clean, but still in the fight, The black and the white with the gray held tight. Hook Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the best and the worst, The blessing and curse, the church and the hearse. The man in the middle who bled through the verse, Ain’t perfect, motherfucker, but he knows what he’s worth. Who’s JohnnieB? He’s the black and the white, The wrong and the right, the day and the night. The one they keep trying to label in fights, But he’s the whole damn balance when both sides collide.