Envy for what? By Chekinah Tyrell

Self made, price paid

I'll hustle and bustle to keep sane

All alone, no one knows

To cry for glory from these bones

I'm a hidden romantic, in the midst of reality

But you would never see that. looking at technicalities

Cause I'm from below, off what you gaze from above

And I'm what you throw, after what you've hated what you loved

I pray for it daily, that the moment would surely come

That I could praise gaily, that heaven is my home

Cause nothing is taken better, than a broken hallelujah

But anything can be lost forever, when you realize He never knew you

So open up them eyes, so that we can see each other

We'll be vulnerable, we'll be blind

You drop the fear and I'll lose the prejudice

If convenience is our pride

Then we'll be forever slaves

Chained to our lust and our desires

Spiritually lost, but wanting to be saved

Envy is a force reckoned to dissipate, the rich and the needy in every way