Verse (1) - (Meditating The Bonds)
Cast down. Luminous candles. Smoking guns. Engulf me oh flux. Take over. Let the waves increase above; Till I'm drowning
In channels unfounded. Bound in Temples of Deep
Unleashing desires that weaken this iron attached to my feet
This ain't a place I want to be... If I'm Not right
Lust infested from the evil that was set, fettered
Left your rod of correction unrested, restraints just melted;
But why? To praise with this sudden restoration of life!
Chorus (I) - (Cleanse Me All Inside)
Temple Abide. Cleanse Me All Inside
We All Covered in Dirt Souljah, the Branch of YAH Hanging
Let's give Praises to YAH now for what he has planted
Now Say… ______________________________________________
You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise
Desire… I am Kindled of YAH. Refiner… Blown Away
Good Hand of My Elohim Moves One Me… Perfectly
Verse (II) - (Praise For Healing)
You want to see it all?
Movements proving worthiness of restart
Among your amber eyes. Giving me merciful seconds
Blow darkness from a smitten light; crescent body I'm formed
Psalmist of light but slightly torn down from war
And your rays shines strong hopes...
For a heart breached like straits. Give me strength!
Until my ramparts are realizations
On my knees begging intervene. As I rebirth...
The little strength I have to keep praising is taking me up
Chorus (II) - (Dip Your Hands)
Temple Abide. Dip Your Hands Through The Sky
We All Covered In Dirt Souljah, the Branch of YAH Hanging
Let's give Praises to YAH now for what he has planted
Now Say… ______________________________________________
You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise
Desire… I am Kindled of YAH. Refiner… Blown Away
Good Hand of My Elohim Moves One Me… Perfectly
Verse of Poetry (I) - (Waterfalls)
Put forth my sins far from me. In hyssop, driven out
All of you iniquity, because with, I'm placed far away
Needs you and I see you with me. Chained prudently in diligence
Seeking your princess, a new beginning for our friendship
Beautiful face come nigh. Sprinkle water on a smoking ground. Springs shooting forth, saturating my earth, led to your temple first, I will abide, salvation is sure
Chorus (III) - (Praise)
We all covered in the Dirt Souljah, the Branch of YAH hanging
Let's give Praises to YAH now for what he has planted
Now Say… ______________________________________________
You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise… You Love My Praise
Desire… I am Kindled of YAH. Refiner… Blown Away
Good Hand of My Elohim Moves One Me… Perfectly
Verse of Poetry (II) - (Deep Sleep)
Refiner come nigh, Drum up the feelings that delight my insides, how long shall I sit on this mud-slide, all this dirt, Feel like I must die. Spirit smoking, wicked provoking, shiver in oceans liken my bones to cold beams of steel, eyes heavier than anvils, in this very moment, I'm awoken with my eyes closing