All I can say is this one's purely prophetic. JESUS! My pen was guided by the Holy Spirit. I am NOT this talented without God. God used me.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
Mysteries have been revealed. You got's to understand this maaaaan!
Lyrics
Psalm Of Micah
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Wax Da Dream
(Greetings spoken in Cape Verdean Creole
Hebrew, Russian and Spanish)
[VERSE 1]
As we were, spread across every world power,
Resonance of all the strayin’ had the Lord soured.
Separatists throw their swords up and get devoured,
As the Holy Mother Earth approach her final hours.
Submerged in the wailing of her birth pangs...
First bang of the eardrum it burst. DANG!
Deaf, lame, half-blind & what’s the worst thang,
Is the cries of a stillborn. It hurts maaain.
Went From Daniel To Doomsday & funk tribals.
Disenfranchised by drunk uncs & trump rivals.
In our heyday we won wars and thunk bible.
Now they praise gays on primetime & skunk Schiavo.
Last thing I wanna hear is how you bagged Bisa,
Shagged Lisa, did Teresa and you stabbed Mika.
Recognize where we are and holla at the preacher.
Then upon completion,
Be the one to pass on the teachin’.
For the rest of it I ain’t concerned.
What’chu tryin’ to prove to me,
I’m already tryin’ to UNLEARN!
Went from slang terminology to Dunn terms.
On the strength of all of you before your buns burn.
[PRAYER 1]
We were given...
Many a night but now the sun’s rose up
Sittin’ in...
Plenty of strife and only Lord knows what.
Forgive us...
As we sin and don’t know where to begin.
Ashamed...
‘Cuz of our ways You can’t look down on our wins.
[VERSE 2]
Surrounded by the darkness,
Of a battle-time pontiff
Raveled in the Shadow of Apocalypse.
Now that it’s said, you’re mad at me scoffin’.
That’s the doctrine!
And it had to be offered. (How much?)
Forty by day and forty by night,
Been Naughty by the Nature of a treacherous bite. Yup!
Caught in my spite, aborted my tykes and
Though I’d escaped the thwart of His might but,
I famished my soul and damaged my bowl.
But the wrath therein He hath commanded a hold on.
Now that I see the splendor of grace. Whoa!
Now I’m at ease You remember my face. Yeah!
Could’ve been dead & walkin’ around
Or I could’ve been a Fed case walkin the grounds. Yaah!
What I do is remember you word and
Cut the fools that deliver me bur-den.
Get ‘em to love or get ‘em to leave.
If I bleed, SO BE IT! I’mma get on my knees, still.
What You say, that’s what I’mma do
‘Cuz I’m on Your watch as I’m one of the few.
[PRAYER 2]
I would never wanna push you but I have and I’ve been.
I’m sayin’...and at the same time I ask if You can...
Make me a soldier of YOUR will ‘cuz on my own I might kill.
Tell me my cup overfloweth. Will I die? Is this real?
[VERSE 3]
A hundred sixty-eight seconds of silence, ear-hustlin’
Runnin’ for the pews ‘cuz they bustin’.
Struggle like a Jew-born Russian,
Enough with all the rumors and the cussin’
Money, power, music’s what’chu lustin’!
As he be, hangin’ off the loot for your son, doing nothin’
Sparkin’ the abuse with his tongue. (Yeah you lovin’ him.)
That kind of love get you drugged up, drug in,
Cousins runnin’ in ‘til you cummed up. SHUT IT IN!
Watch who you among, blind, def & dumb utterance.
Tap you in the lung with the cutter kit, studderin’.
Mumbles Menino at’cha fundraiser mutterin’.
Ya mans & them is cool now suddenly like, “What it is?”
Pork fried cowards make me sick to my stomach &
They talk five hours ‘bout they clip and their rummages.
Everything they touch on’s the lovechild of ugliness.
One clings to such lies for one things as what it gives...
[PRAYER 3]
Courts & cohorts of all sorts issuing shorts,
Headed up north as mockery sport.
Wasn’t even probable, now it’s become problematic.
I wonder who they talkin’ to that’s causing all of this havoc.
In my own disbelief I cast fire at Judas.
Judge, jury & executioner,
How I get to where I’d do this?
Same man, same spirit, patch this hole in my soul,
Sure as my soul got body, ‘cuz if this body gets cold...LORD!
