I knew the war, it was not named by date
The stream was not of blood, the ground was clean.
We looked at life with love in eye, no hate
Even the peace of talk replayed in dreams.

The war declared a date, this was not child’s play.
This of resolution, decree, and men’s wages.
The devil came to slay, all my friends died away.
We fought until we could not document it on pages.

Who won, the ground, because it got fertilizer.
And streams received its fill of blood and ships.
Who lost, we did, the ghost of death is no miser.
We don’t use books no more, we just use lips.

This is where the dead will bury the living.
Entomb the skeletons and all is forgiven.

I dared to take a voice to put inside
My box of chest, so sturdy and gold
I looked, alas, it wants to hide.
I’m sad it looks at me with sighs untold

My heritage is made of chest, so strong to speak
I search to say my peace, all that I breathe
The flesh is feared, I cant because I’m weak.
I nod my head and step aside to leave.

I find my breath by inch, I climb to grace.
I view audience claps with glee and joy.
My box of chest now speaks inside my face.
And there is man, where there was boy.

An orator is born,  in place of  flesh.4
Is there a throne, where there was box of chest?

Write the plain and make it vision.
Write the gift and make the signature Yeshua bin Yosef.
Because God called down, With your shield or on it!

Kings have to give to the King of Kings.
And it be the first and best King’s day.
Give him food, and call it Burger King.

The day he borne a body was the day he was borne.
So Rachel may have cried that day but she did not mourn.

I’m so hot that when I step in, people look to where the exit be.
Because all of them ain’t got the growth hormone in their arms to flex with me.
Just remember that I am like the sky, the keeper of everything that is fly.
I was writing lyrics when the art of spoken word was just a sigh.
Just in case you wasn’t keeping score, I’ve kicked goals and come back for more.
Like a veteran in war or a singer, I’ve just come back from this tour.

I used to walk on sinful ground, but I now talk to him spell bound
Been blocked but still found the Jesus who died to save personally
I was enslaved but mercifully, he took my grave curse on a tree
Mary carried this son, the Godhead in one, in his flesh form.
The God with us was built into her belly, and this was God’s blessed born.
Some assembly was required but it just had to be, this was the Messiah.
Jesus came to  Earth with no flyer, to wash man’s ***** laundry with no dryer.
The Son had bled for our sins but was raised up from the dead.
To save man became one instead, on the cross it is done he said
No hamper because nothing possible could hamper his anointing.
His blood was wound for our sins, and his grace gave us God’s appointment.
God saw Jesus come up out of the waters and said that I’ll honor that
Judas betrayed him for coins like the ones you use at the laundromat.
He got pieces but no peace because he betrayed the Prince of Peace.
Jesus said I must decrease and told Peter stand down and put down your piece.
The package of Mary’s pregnancy placed to purchase to pay for this prize.
Save from the demise, Satan’s lies, Jesus is our star who needed this great enterprise.
When Christ carried the cross, it was a trek through our space, that he must do to rise.
The only craft Jesus needed was the wood he gave his life on, he had the last laugh.
Jesus is  the Word, so when his blood was spilled, the ground saw its holy paragraphs.
Mankind held Jesus close but God warned that our hands will break this action figure.
His passion’s bigger, because when Jesus broke bread he had an old-fashioned dinner
The day after was grim, soldiers pierced his side, and there was to be found no smiles.
The soldiers posted up Jesus on the cross as his status and he became a profile.
Life and Birth prophesized Christ walked the earth ostracized
When Christ breathed his last, he paid it so the curse also died
They tried to block him, but Jesus walked out the tomb just like the texts said.
So God could slide into our DMs for us to communicate as best friends.

The dirt cried out
Until it started to whimper
My God, my God When is your promise coming?
You cursed my face saying I should give birth to thorns
These were great labor pains and blood as well
From the hands of man plucking the birth
From my body.
You sent the waters that I thought would cleanse
But after the waters came more thorns
So I guess nothing changed.
You sent the fire and I wished it would change mankind
But after the fire came the fingers of man who kept cursing
As well as being cursed.
I gave birth to thorns
God you breathed into me and man stood up.
Man came out of me
But can dry bones rise again?
Man would have to come out of me a second time
Crawl back into the womb of dirt and soil
And rise up out.
That would have to be someone special
The government would be on his shoulders
Because he would have to use his hands to climb out of the dirt.
It hurt when I gave birth to thorns
Just imagine the labor pains giving rebirth to the Son of Man.

I was talking to someone
Who said that this time of year was so scary
They said, in shock
I was so terrified
I had a near-life experience!
Near-life experience
I heard of near-death
I asked how could you have a near-life experience
When you are still alive!
They shook their head and whispered, Oh no.
There is only one of me inside my body.
But I was so terrified that I thought someone else came to stay with me!
They then went on and started hollering
I was running around panicking
Wonderful how to induce labor to get them out
Hoping there was a place for them to leave
I felt pains in my sides and said Oh no,
Here they go
Here are my contractions
Breathe in, breathe out.
I laughed and said Stop playing.
That's not how people give birth.
You look like you are constipated.
The person asked, What are you going to be this scary season
I said I’m going to be
More courageous than you.
Because this season doesn’t scare me.
So I’m going to be tired of this nonsense.