Inner Thoughts [prod. Blu Majic Beat Co.]

Inner Thoughts (I think about God all day everyday but not every thought in my head is pleasant but i learn from every one) These thoughts are from the inside of my mind I Write them down in the form of these lines It’s easier for me to speak when my words are in rhymes (x3) spew it like it’s fluid this air is too humid we’re all human we’re all clueless Pretending we see through it The whole world is polluted but we still salute it Our bodies are hollow, we bamboo it flowing on this river, I canoe it I can do it old me I outgrew it renovations, I unscrew it Living for the LORD, pursue it Bread of Life, I go and chew it Gold under my darkness, but I'm no Boston Bruin C. S. Lewis, writing words, effluent never using f-words But I swear when I left her it hurt losing Something I thought I could never ruin but it had to happen so that I could change, like a mutant Falling down like gravity, I’m Newton coming back to God, that’s restitution (yeah) God is real, no need to prove it Ask a child, the solution Loving every human is the only way to do it (yeah) A deaf student hears the Truth within my music I am fluent, trying to influence All the world, and make it more christian less religion, more spirituality discipline to the law in our heart, morality thinking deep about life, and men’s mortality What we call reality is just a giant tapestry That’s woven by His Majesty Your head spins like a galaxy duality is in men’s hearts a cavity, the world is rapidly numbing, gaining apathy the tragedy is we don’t see our vanity our strategies make us lose our sanity insanity is living in a fantasy But Christ can give us amnesty I’m practicing this rhapsody I actually use to be so absently, and anxiously, and angrily in agony, but thankfully I’m happily, part of Father’s family this gold is not from alchemy I’m naturally repentant Only casualty was me, dependent on His Words I’m not offended Abraham descendant, I am representing very first ascended (Very first ascended) from God there is no escape Every move is a checkmate Flesh is just a dead weight With demon cell mates You don't wanna know how hell tastes Clean up, call the hotel maid Don’t care how the pill makes you feel, God still hates when we deal with the devil touching wet paint Sensate never felt great what I gotta say Gotta display His Way Gotta stay straight I pray Gotta get gate This race Running from the death rate Legs ache His day Might be this day Which way Is my fate His Name creates my faith I just want to be heading to the right place The high place the nice place But what I might face is just a whitespace followed by a bright blaze Tears in my eyes as I try to call for Your grace but it’s too late (stay in Christ)