Verse 1
I feel like my brains trapped as the rain smacks the outside of my window
My heart makes tracks, my veins' claps- my instrumentals
I'm writing over silent tempos as the violent wind blows
My sigh crescendos-why do we dive for minnows?
Wallowing in the shallow end, following hollow trends
Full throttle for bravos, bottles, models and lotto wins
My goggle's lens sees humanity facing calamity
Chasing vanity laced with profanity-straight insanity
I state this candidly- to heal's the goal in my suggestion
Saying Christ is the answer, but you still don't know the question
R&B cats on the radio mistake lust for love
I wanna be thrust above to touch the Dove
To escape this sinful world ransacked by vipers
Anthrax and snipers, Rikers jam-packed with lifers
When Christ comes His majesty will infiltrate this plane
He'll disintegrate the pain when He vindicates His name
So…
Verse 2
Shai linne the Soli Deo Gloria fella
Urban territory dweller, theological storyteller
Trying to search the mysteries of the Divine is real deep
It's like waking up just to find you still sleep
We thrill seek- Life is precious, many take it for granted
Paper demanded by lost souls, vacant abandoned
Naked and stranded-waiting for answers yet hating commandments
My faith was handed to me by my Savior who made the planet
Taking a stand in Philadel- trying to spill it well
On the real I tell truth, nobody will chill in hell
It's weeping and gnashing, reaching and grasping forever
But seeking and asking will keep you from crashing, however
The finite mind can't comprehend the Lord's love
Came so far to touch us-it ain't like He wore gloves
Dove heart first to rescue us from the pit we was in
Living in sin-Omnipotent King, yet Intimate Friend
That's why…
Verse 3
‘Cause I refuse to use man's wisdom
I'm accused of delusional fanaticism but its musical evangelism
My lyrics be the tracks and the tracks be the paper
The Spirit's got my back so in fact this can save ya
From perverts and tricks and murderous kids and
It's my earnest conviction, you're in the furnace of affliction
Life has come to be a circus-Wonder what defeats your purpose
‘Cause the one who seeks to hurt us lurks just underneath the surface
Like D'Angelo said, “They want a slice of the devil's pie”
I see the vice in a rebel's eye
In my city, the strife level's high; the poor moan, the scorned roam
Torn homes make residential areas look like war zones
Christ was broken and murdered so that those who heard and converted
Won't be inserted inside the smoking furnace
Eternal Flame Thrower on some “Game's over”
That's why we praise Jehovah in these last days of Noah
The finite mind can't comprehend the Lord's love
Came so far down to touch us it ain't like He wore gloves
Dove heart first to rescue us from the pit we was in
Living in sin-Omnipotent King, yet Intimate Friend
That's why…
Hook:
We worship fervently; All praise to Christ-
We'll be worshipping for eternity