“TARE-ABLE” [Spoken Intro – soft, steady, truth-heavy] Easy now… Before you point fingers at anybody else, check your own field first. Some wheat… some tares… and most folks can’t tell the difference till harvest. [Verse 1 – reggae flow, gentle skank, light syncopation] You lookin’ at your neighbor like you know their root, but your own soil dry, and your fruit ain’t proof. Talking like you righteous, like your branch can’t fall, but Romans say, don’t boast, ‘cause He grafts us all. See, some were broken off, yeah, that’s true indeed, but if He spared not them, what about your seed? Mercy is the reason any stand at all, so humble your walk, keep your pride real small. [Pre-Chorus – bounce, female harmonies layered] (Ohhh…) You think you're stable… But without mercy we’d all be tare-able. (Yeahhh…) Better stay grateful… Judge wrong and you’ll get judged the same, tare-able. [Chorus – big melody, layered harmonies, call & response] That’s tare-able… When you boast on the branches like you’re unshakeable. That’s tare-able… When you point at your brother like you unbreakable. He’s tare-able… She’s tare-able… We’re tare-able… If love ain’t the standard, we all look fake-able. [Verse 2 – more intensity, trap influence, 808s step in] Mashal of the field, wheat grow side-by-side, tares look real good till the harvest arrives. Judgment ain’t your job, so fall back slow, You don’t know who’s His till the angels go. Matthew thirteen, let ‘em grow together, till the reapers come in that finishing weather. So why you tearing down folks Yah is trying to raise? You forgetting He had patience with your ways. [Pre-Chorus – repeat, slightly stronger harmony] (Ohhh…) You think you're stable… Better watch pride, ‘cause it makes you tare-able. (Yeahhh…) Stay teachable… Mercy keeps your roots from becoming breakable. [Chorus – full energy] That’s tare-able… When you boast on the branches like you’re unshakeable. That’s tare-able… When you point at your brother like you unbreakable. He’s tare-able… She’s tare-able… We’re tare-able… If love ain’t the standard, we all look fake-able. [Bridge – reggae spoken chant + melodic backing] Wheat got weight — bows low when the season’s ripe… Tares stand tall ‘cause they empty inside. The proud look big, but the humble carry grain, That’s why the meek rise up and the loud folks fade. So don’t tear down, build up, stay low… Mercy kept you, let mercy flow. [Final Chorus – layered, big outro] That’s tare-able… When the pride in your chest makes you unbreakable. That’s tare-able… When your judgment gets louder than the parable. He’s tare-able… She’s tare-able… We’re tare-able… But grace keeps the wheat from becoming fake-able. [Fade with soft echoes:] “Stay humble… stay grafted… stay grateful…”
