So here I am again. My scalpel is a pen I'm dissecting every sentence to unravel what's within This battle never ends, and I've been grappling ever since There were days I "couldn't walk" as if my tassel never switched And now I figure that the mission's only bigger I'm fixed upon the vision, but division's only bitter I drifted then I slipped into the fissure of my prison But before I even hit it, He delivered my forgiveness I took the train and made my way into the city Cause the traffic makes me think more than I want to I'm waiting for a stranger that will be my revelation Cause my brain is too dishonest for its own good I'm twenty three, still naive to the procedures: Like asking for a show of hands to seats of open bleachers I'm hardly confident, at least, I'm only eager To trying to make a leader out this heap of broken features
Every time I played and tangled with the slavery I always faked a way to set examples with my bravery I'm so ashamed, chains generate so painfully Father, take the yeast: Father take it out my bakery I want strength, now I'm chasing with relentless Effort that will desolate my selfish independence Made it on my own, but I know I could've grown Into the man that He wanted but I chose to be alone My will to be corrected is like the Spring without the daisies: The will in my reflection's like a swing without a base hit At twenty-three I never thought I'd stumble while I've aimlessly Spilled my recollection of the things I'd never say to me: I find it's cutest how deluded you've produced conclusions Think you're rooted yet obscure with your secluded movements You're pretty stupid looking thinking that you're "suited" But your "seven deuce" is useless on the "river," (and you're fruitless) Who you fooling? Who you kidding? Why you trying to lie? Where you looking? What's your mission? What you trying to hide? And from the start I knew these words were never mine And from the heart, I knew these rhymes were... "never mind" (never mine) Broken like the fixture of silver that trimmed the mirror When the fear of my interior split it into its slivers More than just a battle, truly every waking movement's Like the blues and every wavelength vaguely adjacent to it I know it's foolish, but expecting takes practice I took upon my faith, equipped, and dispatched it God granted passage in seas for thick masses (So I'm) Wishing for a spectrum in the midst of pitch blackness
Former sense of preparation turns illusion When the milestones are too large to lift than they used to Can't live without you, my God, I want to face You... Twenty-three prayers from a kid who longs to break through
Father, please forgive me for the arrogance that scars me And bear within me fruit on every terrace of my heartbeat Take my selfish, turn it into selfless And show me the true meaning of repentance I want to give praise to Your name, but distracted by praises of others Change my aim, lens, focus, and shutter Please forgive the fact at times my faith is trapped in the gutter Please forbid the acts of sin and all its powerful clutches Please heal the broken baggage that I carry voluntarily And bury all its merit and the weight that be impairing me Purify my heart: dismiss the clutches of the briar Melt away my sickness... I trust in the Messiah So take away my craving for the lust and the desire And toss it in the furnace: make it bust within the fire Speak to me Your Will, and Father teach me how to be in it Take from me my all: for you say there is no median Place me on the narrow path for when I stray in deviance And take away whatever if it keeps me in obedience Forgive my: anger, impatience, and pride Forgive those anchors that lay deep inside I want to be man You called me to be And experience the freedom- how you bought it for me Talking is cheap. So Father, put your arms around me So I could show em through my life of how you're conscious of me Bless my: family, fans, and all my friends And show Yourself again and again... AmenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
