God's Aim

You can't have it both ways
You can't, you can't live a perfection, and then still have what makes life worth living

I sense a disturbance in the timeline
Like five times of nine lives of cats gone
But that's premature
Not enough seen or saw
Appeasing laws of nature, the eeriness I hate the
Cleverness of the stick patterns
Because when they slide out of line it's like they never happened
My life is the hiss that forms the background, imperfection
But see that's not fair (Nah)
You hold me to it (don't do that), hold me to beauty (stop)
Hold me to be mutist, speechless, while we talking life or death
Under constant threat, impossible gambits ran with
Keep the faith like [?], while half-smiling
Trying to make sense of it all
I try to start being amused, music to be a muse
But when things go wrong it feels like abuse, refuse profuse
And I'm like "This is so unfair I've been enjoying it for mad years
But you can still meet me on the corner of Bay Street and tears"

No man shall live forever, adapt and weather
Any storm, survive worn
Accept life's imperfection
Because ya' aim and God's aim are not always the same direction
No man shall live forever, adapt and weather
Any storm, survive worn
Accept life's imperfection
Because ya' aim and God's aim are not always the same direction

Headed north, entered doors we're told we couldn't
See how my face slips countless scores of religions
Pigeons is just tattered doves, leather glove and mask
For my love of shit that I can't even grasp
I can't breathe, I can't gasp, where you at?
Paying for the qualm, red and black and green on my heart and hat
So we was meant to slave like that?
A warning son, a lot of questions, answers you ain't heard none
Ain't heard my brother's voice in a couple years, that's deserved huh?
What else? [?], no choice but play the part that the matrix left us
Intended author free will, but it's you who choose who exits
Imperfection, it's accepted
But it's hard to move the compass off direction
This lesson, is all a game, but a game with no proof
But the beauty in the rain, and the mountains I can't move

We've lost again, but only if you consider perfection a enemy of the good

Chicago Bull-ish, tattooed in the name of Chicago bullets
Chicago for bliss, bloodstained with God's aim, this ain't for God's name
Display my anger, God's pain
For God's sake, who does God thank
When the winds of change reign, forcing my face an eye-blink
I walk this odd plank, screaming at the sky with God's rage
Turned with God's page, pray where God lays, played in, God's day
Happening plans, God laid
Tapping into God's veins, smoking out, God's strain
Use a faith, to act out God's play
It all works out in God's way, praise to Yahweh
Live from the inferno, of Dante

No man shall live forever, adapt and weather
Any storm, survive worn
Accept life's imperfection
Because ya' aim and God's aim are not always the same direction
No man shall live forever, adapt and weather
Any storm, survive worn
Accept life's imperfection
Because ya' aim and God's aim are not always the same direction