My stomach rumbles in this governed jungle, hunger drives as I drop the clutch into the 9th. Triple double struggle and only God knows my own. Cold world I need a fur coat to keep me snuggle and warm. I favor myself in this trouble I try to maintain, shout out to the chain gang, changed my life from spare change into a hole elevated mind frame.
I cry, beg and plead for my freedom but as long as I refuse to educate myself, I'll never enter the Promised Land that was promised to Abraham. Jesus is the Passover Lamb, sacrificing himself to help us pass over the oppression of this slavery. It's a throwback story in the books of Exodus and Deuteronomy. My people listen to me; the Lord keeps his promises pass a thousand generations to eternity. Metaphysical theology, give Yahweh what's His to enter the land flowing with milk and honey. Righteousness is what makes He which is Him in me and I am as He is as we are one, it's a double edged sword, it's supreme knowledge for those who call out to the Lord.