Ya'll move with timidity | Your practices are too gimmicky | Y'all pitch it as piety | You're lookin' like an enemy. . .
Somehow ended up here Where they amazed to learn that I used to run crack Took G to cook it He took me down south Crooked paths through them Carolinas a straight shot
He bends to bring his kingdom here He bends to come near To abide with us
We’re on the road with Christ | Dust on our feet | Nothing to eat | Nowhere to lay our heads, no sleep. Coded pattern of speech that the goats can’t breach | Told them slatterns this king brings hope to thee | Us folks will shatter the dreams of these “popes” to be. They’re puppets on a string with no authority. . .
Thorns in my flesh Pain in my steps Needles in my heart Lament on my breath Agony in my gut Drags me into a rut Mercy of the Lord don’t seem to be enough. . .
Do not forsake This heart of stone When I close off To be alone
I’m just recollectin’ about life before I stepped in line with the Christ. Lime is the light we pursued through the night trying to change up life. Grasping at straws because our goals ain’t right. . .
"The Hellenistic culture that breeds this Humanistic worldview is in my sights when I give these words life. So, I had to leave behind my peregrination to the illuminated darkness of the blind secular nation."
I want to slow down and journey with You to the cross before tasting the thrill of Your resurrection.But how does my reality allow me to do such a thing? Running, running -tired -out of time.
Walk with me down pitted road of hard-packed red earth spread stubbornly fertile under glaring skies: My mother, Her name is “Home.”