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third hophop practice session |
(Verse 1 is at the very start of the song, after music, if there is any, but before the chorus is ever sung) Verse 1: Why was I so depressed, about leaving school and flunking some tests? I was sinning, I had turned from God, I was fighting the BAD fight-- and not winning... It felt like a punch in the kidney Or a low blow, when I realized I was sitting In a room every night, pretending To be a block of words in a text-described city. The fear was blinding, the plot was thickening-- Like chicken broth, vegetarian but NO protein, Sickly, anemic and floating, through the world without hoping For anything better, not-even-a-new-sweater I haven't bought clothes-for-the-better... Part of a decade, and back then it was the Kool-aid. Man! How could I be so aimless and vague? Play some lame games... and get some frags... Take the drug of the mind. And get flabby legs? Get fat and lazy. Get pale and pasty? What a waste, see? I wasn't crazy-- I was just some kid who'd given up on dreaming. Jaded-before-my-time, by the thought-of-leaving My comfort zone, but that's gone, My home is where the heart is, but if you ignore your heart you'll get thrown... On the street, with no soul food, sore feet, Nothing but your belief... In the self-righteousness of hopelessness-- Lacking hope in the midst of opportunity's treasure chest Lacking faith in the face of blinding bliss Lacking love in the face of those you're gonna miss. Let's just say this... Chorus: This iiiis what I truly feel It's noooot what I think -- it's what is real. It's what at last remains. When the reign of God comes and-douses-the-flames. Of those who burn the one-thing they need-the-most... The father, the son, and the holy ghost. Verse 2: You always hear about some guy, with a leather jacket and MEAN look in his eye Riding his bike off to Montana on the fly On the seat of his pants, screaming at the sky?! His fight's with God, and you just shake your head, Cuz you know it's pointless... he'll just hurt his head, beating it into a BRICK wall Trying to beat he who beats us all From time to time, whether with a belt... Or beating the air in the Bible Belt Until a hurricane comes and beats up the sky? Or a tornado tearing up the land and lives alike Like snuffing a candle, or flipping a light... |