Cleaning Time

I’m such a baby I’m calling my house a crib Lack of appreciation Is much easier to give Look at my mindset I keep using the same excuse Mentally off the tree But I don’t understand the noose If my neck And your neck is the same We should exchange I believe if we Keep it the same It never changes But the more things change The more they stay the same Is what they saying So let’s explore The force behind the strange Sure Is it a war Or some kind of false battle I Feel like a prop And all police are crooked cops Why They want to pop me That’s exactly why they watch me Or Is it my mindset is just a carbon copy Or Am I playing into What’s apart of the plan More glory for the lamb Is my demise The demand Am I The stock that my social Really says Does this modern day society Really give me an edge Am I supposed to be Excited for politics or violence Should I glory In the truth about the church And all it’s silence Look at the black man And his big black beard Your a victim of White supremacy And nobody cares Yeah What ever is repeated You believe Let’s apply the same Principles to truth And receive it Oh I’m sorry Might’ve said the wrong thing Guess I’m preaching To the choir So go head And let them sing It’s cleaning time Father for give I know it’s strange I want the darkness In my heart to live I’m playing games The art of being parked In the crib In the name I’m rebuking every demon It’s time for my Spring cleaning Father for give I know it’s strange I want the darkness In my heart to live I’m playing games The art of being parked In the crib In the name I’m rebuking every demon It’s time for my Spring cleaning I said A yo Can I be Straight with you I’m holding on To parts of me That I know If I let go it’ll Manifest a darker me But who am I That a king would even Think of me so Chasing his delight Will give me Everything I think to dream My hearts desires Are acquired By my appetite For righteous and light So I write That’s how I fight for this It’s like a fist You and me And the entity This everlasting peace Will go to war For the meek to speak There’s a need for teaching More than ever More than pleasure Do Not forget what’s real In that field Your the treasure Sure Ruach my elohim still Living for my king is real I got my studies up To supplement the time I’m not Spending with the son enough Focus on his will cause Really that’s the one he wants For hopelessness I feel It’s rough So glad he keeping me Like TV shows in season 3 I like to past time In places where his face I’m Able to practice patience Cause he’s gracious If I’m not mistaken All my cake is where my faith is We offer tidings Come out of hiding And put your light up on high beams The evil one is wicked He might convince you To try things Salute Father for give I know it’s strange I want the darkness In my heart to live I’m playing games The art of being parked In the crib In the name I’m rebuking every demon It’s time for my Spring cleaning I said