Stepping into the Light

It was a gloomy day, with clouds filling the sky
I've could have taken a knife, for incision
And sliced through the color of gray
Forging through the narrow path
To your left, beautiful cities arrayed

In colorful strobing lights, distracting you
That is until the discernment of spirit pulls you back to your senses
Reminding you, on this path very few treads or stay upon
The path that leads, to the light of sun

Nah whoever nay say, I'm looking up to the word
As they word repelling off me, 'cause it's about what God say
Even submitting my way, obedience is high praise
My Lord, we came a long way, could anything stand in our way

Maybe my way, is incomparable to Yahweh
It's why we have grace, your mighty staff, the rod
A narrow path, a son, above the dust resides, a highway
Under your opinions, as we fly through the storms, trusting in

Is high praise, this is by no means the norm, formed poems
From an echoing sound, recited aloud, hitting the ground
Giving life where it fell, cultivated from a pressure condensing
Alike the water, pouring down from the clouds

Seeping into the cracks, the concrete, was a blossoming rose
As if we made it out with nothing, but the backs on our clothes
Ascending up, like we're reaching for something
Proud and singing in unity, know I'm singing to something

Get to stomping and praising, blessed be all of my family
When we get together, like a thunderstorm for the enemy
Still under his wings warm, a journey to renew the conformed
But this is the reason we breathe, the process of glory

I know your breath is in me, an encrypted description and scripted
Scribe, acted out as we play our position, I'm seeing God
There's a bigger story, not every step is revealed
Not at the time that He chose me

Faith, winging it while I'm weaned, it's a difference between
A struggle in your religion, and a struggle with Yahweh
The lord blows, deep breath exhale, meditate and breathe
The heart slows, rhythm attic beat, the slaves know

Poetic melodies, a green hand, natural remedy, ascending every being
And into everything, setting spirits free, a holy renaissance
I'm a spirit of art, a holy pentagon, if you accessing my work
Fly up to the son, ascending when descended, like the heavens on earth

Transfigured, renewed, in the womb, for rebirth, transition into
From a mother, to earth, ask the fire, for the kindling worth
It helps me through the day, don't ever dwindle to fill a space
Or fill a space, revolution is in you, what you gotta say

An ancient being, coursing deep in my veins, on the streets
A burnished bronze, exterior tent paint, head of wool
Locks down to the waist, I'm just a vehicle vessel
I can show you a place, far away from the matrix

As we travel through space, I assemble the robes, of a Harriet Tubman
Casting lots for her clothes, I never mentioned a Jesus
She knows the sound by the horn, the distant of cries of a baby
We know Messiah was born, we know Messiah was born
(Might feel)