Going To See the King Acknowledge if you will the circumstances Stumbling through life’s first and second chances You may not estimate it accurately But the time you spend on earth was meant to be A river flows this Sunday morning calm with ease The voices echo from a sacred entity The bullets piercing through his heart Mother’s dreams are torn apart See him bend and stumble Flip-flop his world has tumbled The mourners stand together unified Neighborhoods are scared and petrified Politicians pleading telling lies Building jails instead of saving lives The floodgates about to open Is it Tom or just another token? The trigger pulled and blood is flowing like a stream There’s evidence the time is near to see the King Ghetto soldiers lay in wait just losing patience Lets see a show of hands for war or reparations We are forced to re-revive a dying nation Plaque with no or even worst mis-education The masses huddle each and every Sunday morning The river flows with ease and God is calling With a sword in one hand and a Bible in the other Dominating those of different hues and colors Is all this religion necessary? Centuries enslaved by the faith of many missionaries Our leaders killed and now the whole world is mourning Slain by a code against the color of our skin The bullets piercing through their hearts A nations dreams are torn apart Feel them fall and stumble Flip-flop the struggle crumbles Sickle-cell trait blood flowing like a stream Evidence suggest the time is near to see the King Acknowledge if you will the circumstances A generation running out of chances You may not understand the special consequences But the time we spend on Earth is all we see A story flows this Sunday evening like a bitter dream The voices wailing from a sacred entity The truth is piercing through our hearts Our father’s dreams are torn apart The wounded hide in fear of consequences And seek the path of God as illustrated See us bend, dance and shuffle Flip-flop and now our future’s crumbled The rebels fan the many flames of revolution Ridiculed by fools who drink the juice of disillusion The cell gates about to open Is it me or just another spirit broken? The trigger pulled and blood is flowing like a stream Hallelujah, hallelujah the time has come to see the King
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 02:18:55 +0000
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