Wrestlin'
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Realise it's not against the flesh
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It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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Strugglin'
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Attaining these scars from inner battling
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Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness
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Notice, I hassle with, I wrestle with anxiety
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Knowing that certain things I can't change about society
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So I put this in my diary, which I keep hid' inside of me
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I'm silent empty handed
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a¢æ?cause that life is not the way that I planned it
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Lost my mom and dad left me stranded
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So I pained it
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Felt abandoned even though my gran' was handed all the hurt
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a¢æ?n' felt like I was just a burden
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Closed the curtain I was naked
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Started smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to maintain restraint
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I used to think that maybe Jane would ease the pain
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And lead the brain from wonderin' about the rain that was thunderin'
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a¢æ?till I was bumblin', stumblin' with the beast,
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grumblin', stumblin' with the beast, rumblin'
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I was stumblin' with the beast rumblin'
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Yeah I saw you in adolescence feeling depressed
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Reflecting the evidence of stress, rejection and disrespect by your facial expression
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Deconcerning be erected for your mental state of being in the situation so pressing
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Distress was strongly spoken in the voice of your eyes
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A wounded soldier was the vision incision with in my mind
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Even if I was blind I felt your spirit like a a¢æ?graver's impression upon my soul
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For the ministry of salvation
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The circumstance you face is not designed to be complacent in
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God works in mysterious ways and times and most serious days
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Give your life to him and trust in his spirit
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Who'll be your guide and send his angels surround you and battle when holy align
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I will give to win the battle
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I will give to win the battle
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Wrestlin'
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Realise it's not against the flesh
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It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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Strugglin'
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Attaining these scars from inner battling
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Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness
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Super scientifical creature from darkest caverns
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Burning tables turning, darker clothes moe's tavern
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With a slew of archaic relics that penetrate a¢æ?n' tell us
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a¢æ?n' Stop stop, bomb shells from preachers who bin releases
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My deeses is pieces of puzzles formulate bigger picture
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With description underneath informing who did the artwork
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J-E-S, you know the rest though its for most you can't attest
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Blowing up any mines that frame of ours cannot withstand yet
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And what I see's some isletians some halfwit child, some of it gleams
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No longer hide and slew the shackles their lives finished to live with jackals
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Choose my flows but feel the blows
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The Lord the shock or be the doe
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by the bound don't hit the ground
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And that's profound see y'all around
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I like to, like to, like to offer just a bit of advice
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If ya spot superman on the block don't pick a fight
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a¢æ?n' if ya want to cross o'er never challenge intervention
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If ya wrestle with God ya bring a quest for ya hist.
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Make a request a¢æ¡° not mine but thy will be done
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Attach a conscious to examples that was left by the son
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And I pray against the day when strictly fame is what I'm drinked in
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And corner stones are built in I no longer put my faith in
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That's my greatest fear, if I took that route
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To feed the flesh until it's diesel while the spirit fizzles out
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I ran from God's elections when I thought I could handle
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With five nights to think in the guts of sea mammals
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I will give to win the battle
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I will give to win the battle
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Wrestlin'
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Realise it's not against the flesh
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It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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Strugglin'
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Attaining these scars from inner battling
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Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness
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Strugglin'
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