Abode of God
Alhamdulilah, then walk into the sun the truest
Taking my kindness for weakness, that makes you fucking foolish
Temper issues I've developed somewhat of a nuisance
Quit testing me
The abode of peace I strive for is the recipe
To greater means of spirituality for my eternal being
Some may say I'm off beat, but I'm on higher streams
The consciousness has been disturbed, flowing through the seams
Was once tarnished with some envy and ambition
Had to reap what was missing, what was sewed
Then ripped the garments for new stitches
Nothing malicious, this is different
Art's a form of cleansing
Until I'm free from the shackles of being a mortal man and succeed through repentance
Can't fuck with me
Been on Earth for 27 seconds, maturity taught
True peace resonates with death, till then, we're swamped
Flesh will feed soil, soul ascends to stars
Rekindled with remains of my father
Then he can judge my bars
It be feeling like the life I'm living, I don't control
Seems every day I'm in a fight for the soul
Cleansing spirited palettes, impenetrable to the tale of woe
Searching for God's abode
First I logged off the net
Then, fell back to Earth
Floating through each cloud of lightning
Wires tried to cradle, such as hearse
Green hairs of our mother extend 30 feet tall, to catch fall
Least that's what I saw
Taking my kindness for weakness, that makes you fucking foolish
Temper issues I've developed somewhat of a nuisance
Quit testing me
The abode of peace I strive for is the recipe
To greater means of spirituality for my eternal being
Some may say I'm off beat, but I'm on higher streams
The consciousness has been disturbed, flowing through the seams
Was once tarnished with some envy and ambition
Had to reap what was missing, what was sewed
Then ripped the garments for new stitches
Nothing malicious, this is different
Art's a form of cleansing
Until I'm free from the shackles of being a mortal man and succeed through repentance
Can't fuck with me
Been on Earth for 27 seconds, maturity taught
True peace resonates with death, till then, we're swamped
Flesh will feed soil, soul ascends to stars
Rekindled with remains of my father
Then he can judge my bars
It be feeling like the life I'm living, I don't control
Seems every day I'm in a fight for the soul
Cleansing spirited palettes, impenetrable to the tale of woe
Searching for God's abode
First I logged off the net
Then, fell back to Earth
Floating through each cloud of lightning
Wires tried to cradle, such as hearse
Green hairs of our mother extend 30 feet tall, to catch fall
Least that's what I saw
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Writer(s): Korey Dotson
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