Letras
Heard Him knocking — door
Four on the floor
Said He wanna make a vegan out a carnivore
Asked Him what the Prince of Peace know bout the art of war
Patiently He said He'd teach me what the heart is for
Doubt — it comes in seasons like the Eastern Shore
Suffering might be a need we didn't bargain for
Got me thinkin what would Jesus need a martyr for
Homie said I was a deacon in a past life
He don't see the irony in what he just said
Sometimes I hear a lil whisper in the sunset
Just a little ray of hope — He ain't done yet
Love a Hillsong but we don't love to confess
Love a hymn dawg but we don't love to come clean
If he hold a Bible we'll elect a dumb king
Then wonder why all of the people filled with unrest
Suffering in silence for a lotta mileage
I was flying high until somehow I lost my autopilot
All the while I masked the way I felt with the lust and violence
All around I felt a heaviness that I could not get out of
Angels probably left some clues around me
I didn't have the vision
Pushed the righteous wounds away
So I'd receive some demon kisses
Scripture told me I should taste and see
I said this sin's delicious
Rubbed a bunch of broken lamps
'Cause I was seeking genies wishes
Broken I conceded to the badder things
Pickin up the pieces that the pattern brings
Soot from the smoke in my lungs feel it settling
Heat from the flame of the fire feelin heavenly
The Holy Ghost is here