On life support, the spirits carrying me, but me, I feel like im out too deep
My vision's blurry
My life running out the door in a hurry
All I know is that its probably scurry but It's like, if you a thug, then stop hugging guns and making out with stacks, and stop macking with the cash or the god you spend on the holidays, weekends and on drug deals round the corner of the church, your precious merch, quote on quote, cause it's dirty, will never be as clean as the building you deal behind, but find me on the altar, not gossiping or critizing, but crying, crying, tears flowing down like rivers of desperation and despair, but soon to be elevation and a breath, fresh, cleansed tank full of air, cause there, came a presence that gave me sense, took off the chains and lifted the tense, past tense cause im free by the son of God dying in a tree, died, was dead, past tense because whether this story makes sense, Jesus Christ rose from the ground, two terms, two lives, after three days and nights, the fight between Him and death had died, ironic how the irony is that we see the ability to acknowledge a sacrifice is a sacrifice we are not willing to attempt or recognize, but if fakers recoginized fakes, then real lies would be realized by their real eyes but realize that real recognizes real, and if you don't got paperwork, certificate of salvation, then save the saliva. Dying to live. Living to die. Opening my eyes. Realizing that every strike was washed, is being washed away and will be washed away. And it dont matter what you did in the past, maybe your mom didnt love you, dad died in front of you, uncle touched you, aunt tried to get rid of you, friends told you you were nothing, nothing was going right for you. But you saw the grand flashlight in the sky telling you you were more and you meant the world to the one who meant to have you in the world. Who needs the world, when you have the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit? Take note, you are on the mission. You have the message now. Spread the word. Verbally and emotionally confess because Facebook likes and shares ain't gonna cut it.