Into the Night

So... Here's the thing There's something about the night time for me that's a little less filtered And a lot more honest Sometimes that's where i get into trouble So this is a song for those people like me who stay up late Thinking and talking about the stuff that really matters How long have i felt this way? The mood when i turn from day into the night I'm tired of muzzling myself Cause it seems everyone else is too polite Something's going down in the dark I'd rather be wrong but i might be proven right Longing to be heard and restored The word of the lord's gonna get me through the night The open road beckons, mile after Mile, when the hours they pass just like seconds Instead of checking out, i try to check in, when depression Is what i battle contemplation is my weapon Like playing tekken it requires some practice Voicing the mental factions circling my axis My thoughts are fractious, time to quiet them To invest in god's peace i gotta be buying in But i ain't in no situation that's easy, when i Focus on my problems satan tries to deceive me But why can't my enemies just let me be? My life is plenty scary, i don't need another adversary And i know what you're thinking, "c'mon, your life is blessed" But first world problems, are problems nonetheless And when you get to struggle with major debt Vacation is washington in hamilton... "not. Yet" And i don't know how to rest, i'm straight workaholic I'd rather relax and frolic but i'm on my jackson pollack My brain is working in abstract, my thoughts are jam-packed In an effort the flip it and transact, and When i can't, i feel like injustice wins Forgetting that i came from dust and i'll be dust again It's an argument i keep on repeat, and neither side is right But that's what happens in the thick of the night How long have i felt this way? The mood when i turn from day into the night I'm tired of muzzling myself Cause it seems everyone else is too polite Something's going down in the dark I'd rather be wrong but i might be proven right Longing to be heard and restored The word of the lord's gonna get me through the night Joy's comin' in the morning? Honestly i'm Not there yet, my grief is still forming Swimmin' in the storm, it's a nightmare, it takes Everything for me to believe he's still right there So can i trust? Sorta. I trust God, but like trustin' in man's a tall order Not gonna lie, but certain white people make it Hard for me trust when they refuse to fight evil Pshhh... Zbc i'mswearin' that they colorblind, but when they Lookin' for a leader then they're lookin' for another kind And if i bring up white supremacy, they think the Only ones who matter are the triple k in tennessee But paul tells me, they're really not my enemies Ephesians 6:12, it's evil in the heavenlies Spiritual forces, rulers and principalities Causin' fatalities in every nationality So it's a feelin' i can't shake, conviction i Can't break, this friction is a grace invitation My temptation to blame is tempered by the claim That my opponents are worthy of salvation So what am i left with? I guess i'm impressed With god's ability for human redemption, and Only he can ease the tension, i feel when i fight To second guess him in the thick of the night How long have i felt this way? The mood when i turn from day into the night I'm tired of muzzling myself Cause it seems everyone else is too polite Something's going down in the dark I'd rather be wrong but i might be proven right Longing to be heard and restored The word of the lord's gonna get me through the night