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Lyrics:
Skyrocket
Future curiosity spilling out of my pores
While the core of my being stands denying the sores
Suck up the pain of my past I try and ignore
Pressing towards the goal even crawling on the floor
This life on earth is mundane if you don’t change
So if you’re living to just to die everything will the same
When life is stagnant you want to pull out your brain
But if you lift it up to God, He can heal the pain
Standing in the rain I’m yelling out for freedom
Leaning on and praying to God cause I need Him
I feel like I’ve grown up but it’s like I’m still teething
Can a shadow of Jesus be imprinted in my breathing?
So people could see this is how to live cause I’ve lived
Give because He gave, show with my life what He did
Resuscitation manifested and loving because God is
What I’ve done erased, clean slate, Jesus forgives
Take a step back and look upon the horizon
What do your eyes see? Can you see the people dying?
No brave ones rising? Young and old crying?
If I didn’t know better I would say there’s no use trying
But since I know better that’s my behavior
Dig deep in your soul, you’re in need of a saviour
The time is now not procrastinating until later
Greater is He in me than the world’s traitor
Leaking pockets emptying change like they’re porous
Hit the sky, rocketing debt then saying poor us
A mindstate of poverty chasing shiny objects
Like gold Karats on a track circling like a sprocket
But stop it, there’s more to life than living just to die
A 9-5 grind to pay for your time at home isn’t purpose divine
You are more than your past, your present dictates your future
Race is won when you Face the son, He’ll change what you’re used to
Schooling Systems
Ironic normalcy like a narcoleptic nocturnal
Doing what I’m supposed to mundane tasks to burn through
Not moving to ideas, some rain matches earnings due
Supposedly the sun’s rays give way to patches of learning too
I don’t shun education like I used to in frustration
The nation’s system failed and I thought I could fail in retaliation
But my shots didn’t land on the jaw instead my hand missed
The flick of a wrist dismissed and betrayed with a kiss
Thank God He didn’t let me fall into dismissal
This open epistle is a missile mission set not to miss you
Consequences serve their purpose in life like a sentence
So this period aint the ending, I’m relentless to get this fence bent
Break these walls, scale boundaries scattered unnoticed, wicked motives
And hungry money controllers putting boulders on children’s shoulders
They say hold this, stand alone with your loan it’s, how you grow
Don’t focus, because thirsty universities, around your neck, the milestone
Sift through the fog and complications
It’s time to get back, back to the basics
See it for what it is not what they try to make it
It’s time to get back, back to the basics
School is in session, back to the basics
I’ve got nothing against education but I’m against the system
The motive behind the motor is to grind the mind and enlist em
How great the debt my savior paid for me no erasing that
Lusting you rush in to crush kin – debt on education’s back
A knack for raking in money claiming the sake of learning
Earning dollars like it makes sense to keep young ones yearning
You fear monger no longer will I stay silent about youth in comas
Aroma of money got them believing they can’t live without diplomas
Stay asleep and don’t ask questions or be shunned out of rotations
The american system building debt slaves through generations
I’ve come full circle and respect teacher’s hearts
Or the ones that recognize a child’s bend for where to start
But stop saying that all fidgeting children need ritalin
Kidding yourself saying that boy can’t grow up to be a gentleman
Train the children with intention and stop making learning for elitists
Knowledge is power but it’s like it’s reserved for certain precincts
Simply Complex (Prod. By Theory Hazit)
Windows to the soul can be so cold you see quiet hatred
Pull up a seat pupils and look into my pupils dilated
Eyes strain in vain to see in darker conditions
So I lean on the holy spirit to occupy my vision
Rarely do you hear truer words that have been spoken
My back up against the wall but that wall behind me will be broken
A token of my appreciation is the bloody knuckles dripping
I’ll keep on swinging stinging the opponent while fighting slipping
My son and daughter are looking up at me their father
So I can be the example by pointing them to their Author
Unsure of the next step, will my foot hit the ground?
When uncertainty starts hurting me God shows me He’s around
Quiet whispers and steady peace dissolve all doubt
What abounds is faith like rocks with roots going down
My strength fails so I’m trying to learn to defeat this
Reaching for Jesus His strength is perfected in my weakness
Wrap my head around the simplicity of this gospel
Complexity of eternity burns in me – where my mind cannot go
Faith is the evidence of things not seen
So what does time mean and if it’s fleeting, what’s in between?
A vapor? A breath of air or one gasp?
Because as times pass what do you make that will last?
In an instant life goes by and there is no second chance
Each breath is another opportunity to advance
We are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
With this instrument I’m given, let me not dismiss what the Witness says
So I digress, I digest with the reader’s version I’m given
Eat the word like I’m living off of chewing verbs ad libbing
Wake up in the morning forcing feet to ground the beginning
Pave the way for another day bless the Lord I’m living!
I already know that that the mark I carry won’t fit in
Set apart for the King’s heart not man made, Listen!
So fan the flame that tries to die with gasoline and oxygen
Coughing out the blackened lungs, clean water from washing them
Breathe river of life like fish swimming in schools no stopping them
Dropping knowledge for picking up, freely given I copy Him
My King sets the tone like a piano blasted through a megaphone
In the building, hit the ceiling when we in the zone
Hoodies up, so cold, no! You need a winter coat
Jack-it up by breaking board-om (splintered flow)
You don’t get it though, but the words are there to be studied
Clearer pictures from scriptures, after mixed with spit and muddied
Blind eyes come to light, He does it right, oh ever does He!
Even if isolated I know God forever loves me
So now I go through the day with all glory directed upwards
Choosing words carefully, drop dead weight to pick up verbs
Do what is costly but takes winged flight like tossing up birds
The early one catches the worm, don’t sleep so we up first
Still Sons and Daughters
I’m only 8 and have seen many things that I shouldn’t
I just wanted to run and play but you said that I couldn’t
Didn’t know having me reach into pocketbooks I was becoming a crook
And you’ll make me go to the corner again with with the money I took
That look on your face as though I’m making you proud
But I have to go out and meet that guy again or you’ll start to get loud
I don’t like the feeling that this man knows my name
He grabs the money from my hand and I make the exchange
Here you go mom, here’s the fix that you need
I watch you put the needle in, another night I don’t eat
People are starting to ask me where my mother is
I try make excuses but they caught me stuttering
All I’ve been wanting is for someone to see me
But you keep telling me (BE QUIET!) so I go watch some TV
Just as I was about to switch the channel I hear someone knock
The door busts in, they rush in and my mom got taken by the cops
In my imagination, my superheroes can fly
I wish I could too, give me some wings I’ll touch the sky
Anywhere else but here I just want to go home
By myself is how I’ve been so just leave me alone
It’s night time now and I’m in some lonely room again
The guy who made me go with him says he can be my friend
I don’t like him though, I only got to take one action hero
What am I here for? I want my mom, no one’s listening, for real though!
My mom already told me she was going to get better
But you take me and now you say I can only write her letters?
The man told me I had to live somewhere else for a while
Tomorrow he’ll explain more but get some sleep and try to smile?
I wake up but I’m still dreaming about my mom
The man takes me in a car to some new place and says try to stay calm
I don’t want to be quiet I just want to scream, I mean
Who does he think I am am just leave me alone and let me be!
Tears rolling down my face while I walk up to this new house
A lady says she’s like my mom for a bit while my own sorts some things out
She tells me to pull up a seat because it’s time to eat at the table
This time I’m not hungry, she asks me why but to speak, I’m not able
In my imagination, my superheroes can fly
I wish I could too, give me some wings I’ll touch the sky
Anywhere else but here I just want to go home
By myself is how I’ve been so just leave me alone
It’s been a few weeks and I haven’t heard from my mom at all
They say she’s getting help but if she’s ok why can’t I call?
I broke the toy she gave me because I know no one wants me
I can’t help the yelling because these ghosts from my past haunt me
I’m only 8 but I’ve had so many worst days
The man’s now telling me my mom might not make it for my birthday?
The lady sees me crying and tries to hug me
“Get this man away from me” I scream but mean nobody loves me
I run to my room and yell “it’s another broken promise!”
My mom said she would be there for me and I know she can be honest
I can’t put my thoughts to words and just start hitting the wall
So the foster mom comes in to talk and I curl up on the floor in a ball
She asks if she can pray for me but I don’t feel like listening
God doesn’t care but she insists so I make a fist instead
She takes my hand and just whispers the name Jesus
Feeling warmth in my chest as she thanks Him for how he frees us
I felt peace and start to cry but was happy this time
But God this isn’t my mom don’t you know how I miss mine?
How I want to go home and feel so alone can’t you see me?
He told me I have a purpose and He knows me in and out completely
It’s ok to trust Him like something I can see
How people have hurt me but He loves me unconditionally
The woman started to speak to me and tucked me in for the night
I prayed for my mom too and it was the best sleep of my life
In my imagination, my superheroes can fly
I wish I could too, give me some wings I’ll touch the sky
I just want to go home but I know now I’m not alone
A better day is here, just watch me grow
In 2012 there were 3.3 million reports of violence against children
251,764 children placed into foster care
Although promised a better life, 23,439 of them aged out of foster care
Of these children, 1 in 5 will be homeless, Only 50% of them will be employed at 24 years old
Less than 3% will earn a degree & 71% of the young women will be pregnant by 21
Currently, there are more than 400,000 children in foster care in the US
Let’s change the statistics. Speak louder with action
Suppression Out of Season
I remember that time hiding in the bathroom with the door locked
No gun cocked but words like shots fired, emotions and heart stopped
My mom trying to protect me but I could still hear the screaming
My dad stayed around but trust issues after it kept repeating
Honest with myself now in effort to not mimic it
Hurt people hurt people is what statistics insist I fit in with
But I look at my son and want to bottle his innocence
Keep it tangible, manageable, able to engage the present tense
How can I be a reflection of only good things from my dad
Lifting the head of my child, like a sifter, gifting good not the bad
Repressed emotions can be volcanic with their eruption
Spewing hurts, burning from memories suppressed from interruption
But trigger the iceburg’s hidden foundation and bigger problems
Along came a spider hidden in skeletons in the closet
Far be it from me not to believe
My King is able to show me fatherhood, a legacy for me to leave
My hands are not my own, I have given them away
My eyes are not my own, I don’t see things the same
I’ve chosen to change and won’t pass on my heritage
Some traditions can be changed, redeeming my inheritance
Still I reminisce on times past as though I can see them
In my mind’s eye I blink and gone are the opportunities to seize them
Carpe diem is for today not past memories still bleeding
So I look to Jesus to keep me free from repeating evil seasons
I believe in the Son, the King of all the universe rotating
Elevating Him in speech, Lord teach me to replace this complacent
See that’s He’s perfect but I drop the ball like a rookie on his first day and
Can’t connect my thoughts to actions like my feet are stuck to pavement
But God still saved me and He continues to show His grace
Discovering new heights and purpose as I climb this rock face
Patience in His plan allowing God to show direction
Moved nine hundred miles and I listen hard for inflections
I’m impatient and waiting but love like clanging cymbals
I want my heart to show true love not fake emoji symbols
I want to spend my life but hard to see my value for currency
Hurry Lord with peace restored so I can focus on currently
Stop the Silence
Who am I to you except a random person rambling?
If you stumbled upon this song longing for purpose gambling
I hand out hope to anyone who wants or asks to grab it
It isn’t of me but of He who in an instant can heal the addict
Sin stricken sickness creeps slowly to choke out
Smoked out human shells like the egg white and yoke’s out
A hollow man following no plans and feeling empty
Jesus a friend to the friendless and you have purpose plenty
Needing He a hero to free you from the heroin
Don’t give up on life He freely gives your inheritance
But turn and repent, He will heal your negligence
Then follow His lead, do you see His need to take up residence
In present tense I’m pleading with you He can take your burden
Cast it at His feet the weight retreats your heart will stop the hurting
I have seen first hand the effects of drugs and violence
But eyelids can be opened, so wake up and stop the silence!
Tell your sister, your mother, your brother
Wake up & stop the silence
Tell the fiend, your friend, your father
Time to wake up open your eyelids
There’s an enemy who wants you quiet
Wake up and stop the silence
Clear the blur you keep denying
Time to wake up open your eyelids
Banking on clarity as though it’s something given
For listener’s logic from the paper to sound after written
The subtleties and nuances of words becoming voice
The tongue dances with the choice to unleash the purposed noise
You can know I have decided and I have resolved
Not to allow my faith in God to get sidelined or meaning get dissolved
I call on the name of the the breather of life
My advice is to quit the blame on that name for damning and strife
But advice is useless unless I’ve established credibility
So to set the record straight I speak on behalf of my King willingly
These words are not my own but have been shown to me by grace
Jesus was killed in my place but raised and coming back to show His face
So I embrace the challenges given for they pale in comparison
To pain and agony felt while sins were placed on His back to carry them
I’m far from perfect but don’t let that rob God of what’s true
That He deserves my life given back to Him and asks the same of you