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So self-sufficiency dies hard, right? But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes May we step into the fray like "I got something to say" May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority Just a walking stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear May we have a faith birthed out of a revelation of promise A reflex caused by what you know to be true of God Life is not a comic book There are no perfect victims or villains, just us We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it May I stand in the belly of what Babylon is biting In the vein of the best metaphor of what love exists for May my legacy be permanently associated with those hated An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks May we be crooked champions And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope alone Resurrection shows that this land is not our home We are sojourners living out what a past action bought us With the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us All of creation groaning, labor aches and pains Like the crushing of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings My crooked soul covered in blood stains Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of cancer If I could bottle the feeling where every morning's a blessing 'Cause every breath could be your last one man, that's the answer SongtexteBe patient with one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he bought forth Christ the hope of glory sealed our eternity Purchased permanently, by only Him worthy But my mouth has yet to catch up with what my heart knows And my heart is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary There's no plaques on my wall 'Cept the influence I had on those with plaques on they wall It could leave a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?" And a lower me is leaning towards an attitude beneath me And I am just like them, a systemic participant Longing for escape and hoping in salvation Yeah, hoping in salvation Waiting for the day He make the crooked way straight We march on a crooked road And we raise our eyes And we raise our eyes Justice is going to roll Like a river wide Like a river wide Glorious state of our soul's gentrification But the purchaser ain't put us out, he paid all our mortgages And repaved the streets and found homes for the orphans Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum lord Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never come lord And we all believed him and took matters into our own hands And made a filthy mess of our own homelands And crimes of survival, they were proof of a flawed system And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating little hearts But the hope of trans-cultural love and acceptance That erased racism and sexism, the blessed Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't like them And they not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] among us The already but not yet, so we look for it with joy and anticipation For when the time keeper comes soon and make the crooked way straight We march on a crooked road And we raise our eyes And we raise our eyes Justice is going to roll Like a river wide Like a river wide I'm really starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm getting older I've started to notice I'm becoming more introverted Tryna declutter Finding I don't need a lot of stimulus to get me over And you can turn the track down I like it when the level's even in my head Sometimes I find the volume is peaking in my brain Stays in the red and it's not sustainable Help me to remember peace of mind Despite what would be happening And hold on to the quiet Remember the quiet Help me remember the quiet Remember the quiet Aus Songtexte Mania