Chinoiserie 2

Yeah man!
Chinoiserie
This beat is hot;
might go nuclear,
might go solar,
can't go lunar:
Chinese New Year.
Praise is due here:
Glory!
Glory!
Hallelujah!
We're not through here
We push through fear
No tears for fears
Grinding like gears
I keep going 'cause I hear
The end is so near
We keep trudging
But no budging
Against judging
Stained or smudging
Sin's begrudging
The solution,
dear,
is so clear
Admit your sin's here
Do be sincere
Not self-centered
Let Christ enter
End your winter
Then begin to
Confess, Jesus,
the Redeemer.

Shenzhen lights
Shine so bright
Shanghai nights
Sho' feel right
Climb this right,
test your might,
Everest has the highest height.
Go see sights at seaside sites
Eat mushu at a Wushu fight
But meet the people
Greet the people; please
Chinoiserie is French for Chinese.
I don't speak French
Never went overseas
Just like the sound
Of Chinoiserie
Je ne parle pas français.
But one day
I'll be on my way.
If and when I get there
I wanna see where
Wheat among tares
Dare to fare
In persecution
By institution
Peace or confusion
What's the conclusion?

Did I get analytical?
Man I think I did
Just a little bit
With a smidge of politics
Plus my religion
Thrown into it
That's how it gets
When I get into it.
But what would you say or do?
Or where would you go
When your family
Gets pushed around so?
Pushed around? No!
More like persecution
Incarceration or execution
Probably improper property confiscation
No hesitation or reservation
Essentially the enemy
Of a government that centrally
Holds, cajoles, controls
The souls
Of untold supposed foes.
That blows.
But this beat kicks
Hai Karate Kung-fu
Hard like chopsticks
Zàijian, I'm through.