Furlough

I need your grace, I'm trying to call them sins not mistakes
Seeking your face, I remember when them weekends were great
I can't replace your means of grace with what's on my plate
When you insist that I take a break I'm like wait
I just can't, gotta yadda, yadda this and the third
I know that's not the way to honor my father dissing his word
This is absurd, this is how you get your vision obscured
I've witnessed so-called Christians trip and dip from the church
They got plucked off, carried away in their disbelief

It's true the road's broad that leads to dismay and gnashing of teeth
At times I feel my heart growing cold and lacking in grief
I got front-row seats to results of blasting heat
Maybe I have seen too many loose their soul in my city's streets
That's why my dome's on a swivel and roll with a loaded piece
Amongst those who can only dream when they go to sleep
I pray they get enrolled to the fold of the Lord's sheep
Yet I sense darkness creeping, it's reaching out for my soul
I talk to Zeylah trying to teach her some self-control
Then I get hit like this is how Jesus wants me to grow
We both take the same class, the only difference is that I'm old
I look into her eyes it's like I'm seeing my own
Like I'm traveling back in time to when I was home
In El Salvador, something like right around '84
Just a young boy in the midst of a civil war
Jugando fútbol en la calle y tirando trompos
Pero atento, al tiroteo salimos corriendo pronto
Olvídate de las las chivolas Oswaldo, no hay que ser tonto
Fíjate en aquel zaguán, vaya pues aquí me escondo
Dang, I could never imagine my own daughter
Looking out her car window where bodies were left slaughtered
Wonder if that would inflict some sort of disorder
I wonder if that did it to me, I don't know, sort of
My parents probably felt like that flight was heading to paradise
Probably filled with dreams of their children living a better life
Wonder if what they envisioned was like Miami Vice
I mean from what seen on the screen it can seem very nice
Bet it set the scene to be American dreaming
Even worse than it was still would have been worth leaving
The motherland, It's bug when we plot but God has some other plans
Two birds in the bush ain't as good as when you got one in hand
Gotta seize the moment and strike while the iron is hot
You got to know when to fold them and gotta know when to stop