I just might write a rubric
Finitely prove it
Then infinitely send you mysteries
On how He writes my music
Existentially, our angle is acute
It's six degrees of separation from the truth
Dude, crucify the blueprint!
Exponentially, our angle is entangled
In a trilogy to the power of 3
He's like a cubic
Administer Advil
To the ministers with no math skills
Limited like calculus
And thousands of us don't adhere
It's like we have ears
But, yo, we half hear
What do we have here?
Lycans in cashmere
Mayans end last year
With fire and cast fear
Science just stands still
Compliant to Dad's will
There's a thin line between that rebellion and that submission
Boy, I'm compelled to tell you this:
It's that both require you listening
One quotes a road to redemption
One elopes with intuition
Masquerading as a habit
Parading in contradictions
Listen
We got them keys like 88
On a baby grand
And that's a kilo if you're asking
"How many grams?"
And those are pictures you insta-capture
On data plans
And those are the ones that we know
Because He calls us "Friends"
It's crazy how non-religious
The Savior of all these Christians
Lived it
Yet 80% of us
Are still prisoners to religion
Of our own...
Like Oprah networking
We go and check verses
Quote, read, then proceed
To misinterpret them in person
Like, "Ooh this is just evil lurking
That old me's back to working..."
You mean the 'dead me'
That was crucified right back in them verses
That died when He ripped that curtain
So You and I could emerge
Like Youtube and Google Searches
For the new purpose?
Friends!
Let's get our mental state up
Like Pennsylvania or Alaska
Just ask the Master for a different lens
'Cause light through the iris of those
Who identify with being a sinner
Dims the environment I am currently in (N)
The past life, (N)
So G, H, I, J, K, L, M
We stand by grace through faith
That new creatures ain't prone to sin
The new nature is to repent;
Go do greater things than He did
He wrote a note to the Romans
We quote in poetry
Friends!
Those who have resurrected
Have His Spirit within
We're more than C-3PO
We're immortally Qui Gon Jinn
But be warned
Licentiousness is a virus
Fight it with Him
This is not a license to sin
It's excitement for the condemned, boom
Friends, he calls us "Friends"
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