Gentleman Rewrite
After about a month or so since the inception of Psy’s newest hit, I was wondering if I should do another rewrite/cover of a Korean song. My first attempt was “Forever with You,” and I really enjoy the process of it. So all in 24 hours I decided to follow up with “Gentleman” only offering 2 changed out verses. I didn’t have much motivation to touch the chorus and that “wet Psy” bridge. I’ll probably think of something down the road, but as of now. I kinda like where I stand with this song.
Steppin’ in the scene spotlight’s on me
Try to duck and hide but the paparazzi want me
i’m not a celebrity but everyone knows me
background image brought up to the front
i guess i’m what exactly the church wants
somebody young who got this Jesus thing on lock
somebody young who can make the dead walk
somebody young who beatin down the block
this jesus piece rosary doesn’t do all the talk
carpet bomb mics, feed me beats
i could still drop bombs just by reciting psalms
hit you with the truth and back it up with my views
adam and moses, sinful correlation
grace of the gospel, human resuscitation
proverbial knowledge, mental recoordination
holy glorification, plentiful fruition
don’t get confused i’m not superman or lex luthor
not saying i’m bad for the kids, but still leave sutures
i’m not quite the man you used to know, bruh
True Heroes under God, call me T.H.U.G. huh!(chorus)
Rumor has it that yeah I know already
Imma do me and Imma let you do you
For some odd reason everyone watchin my moves
As if they’re trying to pounce on the mistakes I do
Call me what you like, label me as whatever
The words that speak bring up mental tremors
Oh so I’m judged wearing Rep the King sweaters?
What if I gave you an umbrella if you’re under the weather?
Will you still be the vulture circling rotten kill?
If people really practice tolerance, laissez-faire hands free.
It really doesn’t matter I don’t care for the category
As long you get the parables and lyrical allegories
Just make sure you don’t call them fictional stories
Itchy ears, I’m not what you wanna hear, but what you need
Does it matter what critics and supporters call it?
Only God can judge me and send me what to do.(chorus, then the wet psy, then ending chorus)
Originally I had no idea what to talk about. For once this song talks about myself and describes myself to a degree. For once I get to talk about not what I think or what I do, but just who I am as a person. I suppose I’m a gentleman or well on my way to be so it’s funny how this worked out.
I feel like I have personal following or at least I make a bit of a splash whenever I come home from San Jose. I guess my presence or lack that there of is felt at my home church. I’ve seen it for the time I’ve been away. Some of the people make it a big deal and at least the older folks are more or less “glad you’re back.” I don’t know how it goes for the other collegians coming back, but I feel like I make a larger impact. That’s just the way it goes. I don’t mind the attention, but I hate it when I get elevated sometimes. That’s why I echoed a bit of Andy Mineo’s concept from Heroes for Sale. I revealed a bit of hip-hop background as well in a few lines. What I tried to communicate is that I’m not too bad, but I’m nowhere near perfect hence I’ll leave sutures.
The second verse follows the similar path but this case is responding to anyone who might have rubbed off negatively. Obviously I rub off negatively to those who can’t match or at least criticize my Biblical worldview. I originally said that explicitly how I’m already disenfranchised because of what I believe, but it never matched the flow. I respond back in lightly responding to the concept of tolerance and reminding what it means. Those people who say to practice tolerance (cough LGBT) are intolerant to traditional (or conservative) viewpoints. That’s just the way it is and that’s why tolerance is (to me) a failed precept that we try to teach. I finish this by backing off a little bit and take a route that outside labels are ineffective. I could care less what the world categorizes or thinks of me. It’s like Frank Ocean doing R&B but he gets awards in the Adult Contemporary. Does he explicitly say that he does Adult Contemporary? Not really, but us outsiders give that label anyway. It doesn’t really affect his performances as a musician either. Same case follows for anyone. Who cares what people call it unless its called wack?
The bottom line is that I wanted to define that I’m not close to perfect, but I’m called to whatever I need to do and I’ll leave it at that disregarding what the outside may think or say.
