This is the reincarnation of the Levites
God opened up my womb kaboom with a dynamite
I am so grateful that you bled and you died, as it is not by my will it all depends on Your might
As i walk my faith not fantasy, trusting in things that I can't even comprehend and that which is not even in my sight
I know in my heart everything is going to be alright
As the high priest come with a message tonight
To break every chain and remove every blight
May my feet run and never get weary and it's time for this eagle to take flight
In the mean time I ask for the strength and the patience to deal with these Israelites
and in between time protect me from these Ammonites that thirst for my life
They've got a thousand flaming arrows aiming at my heart as my soul they want to smite
Save me from these hypocrites and parasites, these modern days pharisees and scribes
Dash some fire on these crooks in suits that persecute me because I want to live right
I rather live life on my knees, than walk abundantly in the wickedness of this world that can easily make me back slide
As no man could control my destiny, God alone is my inspiration and my guide
I can't afford therapy so all I can do is write
And iZaki is comfortable with her simple village life
As i rather be a scholar in the dark than a fool in these bright lights
I rather starve to death, than from their stinking rotten apple take my last bite
As in due season all fruits shall ripe
But they are shaking the branches as soon as they spot a flower in sight
They are corrupting the seed, before it could really blossom and produce this thing call life
How do I let the world know God is for us?!
If we just trust HIM we would actually live and not just survive
That there is death in Adam but life in Christ, and you need to stop
screaming yolo yolo you only live once as on the 3 day he rose
I wish I could comfort every broken heart, dry the tears from every bloody eye
Strum on my guitar strings and serenade every wounded soul, and reassure them that there is more to life
I forever walk in the spirit, sticking my chest out as all that is slack in time I would make tight
This is the reincarnation ....
This is life!
Boredom kicks in and I found myself reminiscing
I keep conversing with myself in parables
A valiant effort to save my ego from tripping
Maybe I am crazy?
Or my spiritual needs restoring?
I am a grown woman now maybe I am in need of sexual healing
To die may be better
As I am exhausted from holding meditation to rid myself of this feeling
I am different...
I am strange ...
Maybe I am an alien disguised as an earthling
Searching for a reason to justify this nothingness
Maybe I’m still scared of lonely and deep within I am hurting
I feel like a square in your circle as these lines no longer fit
To die may be better
As the last time I was this frustrated was when I was seven
I could not form the 'A' in penmanship
You have me talking to myself trying to figure out where I slipped
To die may be better
Than to look you in your eyes and let you know how your actions made my heart flip
I guess I should act like I am craved out of wood and forever remain tight lip
To die may be better
Then my cup running over and you're not around to get a sip
To live is to suffer, so I try to pour out my pain to conceal this hurt
To die may be better
But I can't leave knowing my gift is your curse
You should be paid as an actor, as you dragged my feelings through the dirt
I would have loved you forever, but you wanted me to sink and I prove I could float
They ask me “Where is your father?”
My reply "It is easier to communicate with a goat!"
I am not disrespectful, but certain people cannot sail on my boat
So I start loving you from a distance
As the pain is equivalent to a knife stuck in my throat!
Although I have neglected the covenant
I am willing to make a confirmation
My (un)happiness is never permanent
Or is it a fragment of my imagination?
Does my atonement deserve propitiation?
Could I lead a nation?
When I am in dire need of a physician, circumstance made me who I am
As I turned a blind eye towards divine revelation
After my resurrection, I want to reside in the firmament
I need an intercession for my benediction, as I maintain this mediation
Undeniably, I am potent with my delivery
So why does my content always get classed as a mystery?
Is it confusing like the nativity?
Or my present state of mind is nailed upon Calvary?
Like the Bible, my verses must possess longevity, existing in a spiritual realm
Where I do not have to face misery and uncertainty
My (un)happiness is always temporary
But I refuse to make life get the best of me
I was born free!
Yet I feel encaged in my destiny
Freezing time like a photograph is one thing I wish I could have done
when would I learn to absorb the moment, just like my parents did when my life had begun
I had an imaginary audience was I was young
As I detach myself from this world and I begin to grow numb
it’s like a phantom limb, like having your ten fingers without any thumb
Taking it all in minimum dosage, as I finally decided to give you some
To the carnally minded my slurps may seem dumb
But ever since my inception, it was my perception to make it out of this slum
My temporary (un)happiness may just as well explode like a bomb
Rare as a comet, but as real as a star
The affairs of my heart I once refused to surrender
I am far from eager to render, a love that is not tender
As only God could asunder, what he have blessed and placed together
You have already taken me higher, using an unique procedure
Your revolver have already penetrated my exterior structure
My Lover, without a doubt you are my 'Soulja'
Two souls that could only be united my JAH
This emotion is intense, as words cannot explain
Our love is so immense, that my heart can no longer contain
You have besieged my heart, for our personal gain
As I am confident that there is nothing our amity cannot sustain
My heart is in your hands, and it could be easily slain
Right now I am naked and my soul is exposed to your rain
Trust I regain, as I am submitting to your reign
Feeling like a child, now that I am in love again
What I’m feeling to say is a mystery to me
Unspoken knowledge, locked away in my memory
Not knowing my inspiration, as my pen scripts these lines
Even when I’m wrong, I’m right as it came from my mind
Not knowing my own ability, frustration builds up
My pressure veins burst, I’m left unconscious
But somewhere deep in my mind I’m still awake
A spontaneous outburst and the world’s a better place
Pride comes before destruction
And in a heartbeat all my glory is taken away
Fighting to stay alive
Contemplating…
Kill or be killed!
Sinister thoughts overthrow my fears
Last man standing, conversing with death
My actions maybe wrong but my heart is in the right place
I close my eyes and pray this is a dream
Wake up and I’m alone on this corn field
Picking corn, looking for shade, burrowing my tears
Hoping this drought would end
What I’m saying to me makes no sense!
A divine intervention is the purpose of my Lent
Living in an unjust world, that will soon come to an end
All this while thinking, where the hell my emotions went?
By being myself, look how far it has gotten me
By pretending, look at the pain it has caused me
By wanting to die, each day I’m alive
By wanting to be found, I continue to hide
By letting go, I continue to hold on
By feeling weak, I remain strong
By doing right, I still feel wrong
By fussing, I’ve learn to calm down
By trying to fit in, I became the oddball
By getting cripple, I was able to scale the great wall
By remaining silent, I was able to answer your call
By soaring so high, I lose energy and fall
By being myself I can’t show love as I continue to hate
By being myself I’ve learn to love myself and stop to blaming my mate
By being myself I’ve learn a lot
I know who I am and what I’m not
Some call me rude, aggressive and even eccentric
My allure is poetic
My flow is automatic
My words are illimatic
I AM in a trance, ignoring all ethics
It is true I have been broken but I remain bionic
I AM a Martian
I am from another planet
I AM to advance for this era
I AM viewing my life in HD, while you are still feeling X-Tatik
I AM futuristic
This comes effortlessly
It is not that hard, blame it on heuristics
Without apology
Once it gets in my veins and begins to take over my soul it becomes chaotic
It is chronic
It is like my vital supply and tunic
It keeps me going, even if you don't understand or accept it
I AM in constant battle with my nurture and my nature
So many things have worked against me
It is surprising I AM not a failure
I AM looking in the mirror and I AM seeing a stranger
Exchange my spiritual pain, for manual labor
My back is against the wall and I AM forced into the corner
I have no other choice but to evolve into the destroyer
Nobody understands me
As my pen becomes my comforter
As my words alter society's normal structure
Making the rules as i go along
I AM the President, Prime Minister and young dictator
I do this from my heart
As not even the sharpest sword could puncture
I AM like a Lycran, for my freedom
I will devour the equator
But in your eyes I AM only a troubled teenager
