Viva la Rebellion
What I really want is what I want to know
All that really matters is I came to pay the toll
If I get this, If I get this, then I let it flow
Long long time since I felt this sure
Can’t hold back when I can’t let go
Little bit of time never went this far
I’ll erase you…
Not before long…
In a while I’ll…
See you scat off..
Innocence is all gone away and
All the way you make your mistakes
You, try to have it all, all you have is plenty
Take it in your own hands, Play it on your own stance
The road to rest is lost in flames
I wonder if we’re gonna make it through
The mere thought of you could carry me on
Through everything, Your love is true
Rainy days are a summer’s breeze
When your love is all I breath
We come from the dirt
And we go back to the dirt
We sow seeds in the dirt
And grow plants in the dirt
From those plants, make a shirt
And some pants, and a skirt
When I wake up every morning
When I go to sleep at night
As I go about my day
All I see is plight
When I think of what life could, should, and CAN Be
I just want to cry out, “THIS IS PURE INSANITY!”
Snakes in the grass
Spiders in the bed
Pigs on patrol
Pigeons getting fed
Bitches trickin money
Bulldogs flipping birds
I am the stuff legends are made of… My weaknesses are my strengths… And my strengths are hard to come by…
I am the beginning to my end… The end to selfish living… I am the root that gives way to new life in a new season…
I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.
