"Passover"

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I was told I got lyrics
Put them together in one thing
You gotta hear it
All my hopes in one dream
That’s not to fear it
Faith based on all things
Come through the spirit
Want a lot but my main theme
Is nice wife,
Free from strife,
Give children lessons of life
Give enemy wounds from knife
Cut off the snake with one swipe
Deception is his only weapon
Digression is his windpipe
Tells you sin is right
Now you suffer
Because he hovers over the dim light
Situation bleak - to think,
this ain't even hell
When one child around the earth
Dies from aids every minute
Death sentence
But I still feel no need for repentance
Because of my innocence?
More like my ignorance and my arrogance
Even with the terror sent on Nine-Eleven
Feelings of benevolence wasn’t in my water melon
Opened it up and cracked it
The cycle of life is sending flowers to the attic
Sex drives on cruise control
Stick shifts is automatic
I done had it - or have I, had enough
It’s been rough
And I’ve never been the one to bluff
Try to keep pace with the ways of the world,
but they always ten up
Try to keep my chin up
And be transformed by the renewing of my mind
But if he is always ten up,
then I am always ten behind
Try to make a b-line to the path of righteousness
Where people fight for this
I know I am right for this
That is why I write for this
Although it seems like the light for this
has dimmed a little
The plight for this
has me stuck in the middle
Oh it’s real
My spirit against my flesh
Like Palestine against Israel
It reminds me of time on the pavement
It reminds me of crying in the basement
So much love that hate can’t replace it
So many dreams that I just have to face it
So much potential that I’m destined not to waste it
So much to say because my heart is adjacent
So much to do I get overwhelmed and complacent
So I stay on the grind,
Until I hear The Divine
Come through the grapevine
To restructure and realign
All my thoughts and will with Thine
He reminds me of the patience
Some days its, like I have a hand in
Everything I’m demanding
Not withstanding the basics
Like my bank account,
My hearts real amount in it
And I with draw it everyday
I’m talking about the percentage is limited
Diminished in His presence
I felt the Essence, Like Emeril the chef
The minerals of wealth
Are depleting in my hemispheric self
Half is on this side, and half is somewhere else
My path is somewhere else
I laugh at myself,
Because the wrath of myself
Is just as bad as getting kicked in the groin
And for that one moment you’re hoping
That the feeling that’s coming, wont, and—IT DOES
And I don’t know, in the end…
I’m more pissed that I couldn’t stop it
Than the pain actually stopping
That’s when I stop and realize what the disguise is
Satan you’re wise,
have a puffed up man like me feel like I can’t rise
But you’re missing one thing;
I’m puffed up on the inside
So you can’t deflate my flight
Towers ain'thigh enough
Planes not wide enough
Ladies not fly enough
Babies can’t cry enough
Can’t ask me why enough
Can’t make me try enough
Because I’ve been saved by The Brush
That has been dipped, dipped, died
In The Slaughtered Lamb’s blood
And rubbed above my threshold
So bless those, and
Passover!!!

"Passover" © 2003 Javonté Adams.
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