Banks & Steelz - Anything But Words lyrics

I believe that someone Can be brave on this green Earth But maybe I'm wrong Mhm maybe I'm wrong Game on Turns dreams to reality The king of principality shines upon me The Holy Spirit shadows me I write songs for fun, not for salary Used to collect guns, now the truth is my Calvary But I got a closet full Just in case the project pulls Some wicked bullsh** My logistic is logical Turn you back to molecules Minuscule follicles Then convert your brain to subatomic particles I breathe you in, and sneeze you out You MCs, you live in the crease of doubt That's why I swarm on your college dorm Make knowledge born From the hood to the cottage farm London to Russia Eurasia to Prussia The Holy Cities of the East The [young sheiks discuss?] us Christ means crusher Become along the usher The righteous way of life It'd be most wise For the civilized man to trust us On Bora Bora we discuss the Torah Then we travel across these lands like old explorers I believe that someone Can be brave on this green Earth But maybe I'm wrong Aim for the sun Out in the freezing rain Stay on the streets all day Until my cup runneth over We always fight blind the light of our lives My patience is waning, the scales have capsized I read [?] full of glory And there's pyres of files of light Fleeting mazes to the night sky Sitting on the porch, torching a stoagie, in the moonlight Rocking back and forth in my chair, contemplating life Thinking where I went wrong, where I went right Was it a fast, or a long life? From my calculation everyday sensational Every sense was stimulated, pain's occasional All praises due to the Father The author The supreme architect The one with no partner He give man the wisdom to be a gardener, carpenter Preist, or warrior, king, or you could be a scholar Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or father All these things the heart consist of Keep the planet floating gigantic, like Atlantic oceans 7-ounce [?] reject all Satanic notions We so elusive