Cunninlynguists

Violet (The Upper Room)
Dearly beloved We are gathered here today to celebrate an electric life Under violet sky I pray you hear our cry Please help us protect what’s right (Amen) Gather your thoughts, gather around Painted arrangements mixed from a pallet of sound A casket froze in indigo, royal and profound Many stems like hymns ounce blossomed from ground But while the reaper is king, we carry the crown We weigh it out, dreaming, screaming or close to even In this sense nobody's perfect, nobody is worthless The system's imperfect, maybe we should measure in purpose What is yours? What is mine? When do we serve it? Being hood ain't the absence of good Being square don't make you equal or fair, it's not an equal affair Weak voices can't speak for a share Speak choices with no when or a where Are you aware? I don't think so Unless your cup runneth over and you still sip slow Or guzzle til' nothing, complaining when you don't get mo' See another's glass empty and you don't think poor/pour The upper room is calling What are we supposed to do? Letras de cancionesThere ain't nothing in this world that can take your place The upper room is calling It appears it's just for you There ain't nothing in this world that can take your place Faith, we treat it like a four letter word While fear, we shout it through the ghettos and burbs Hear me, my Lord, come settle my nerves I pray these words bring honor as the heavens observe And to the sky where the birds will testify Freedom’s a state of mind be free any day or time Reality will make you doubt your actuality The truest fallacy is man can’t change how he sees So it’s death to reason, it’s left the legions Wondering where to pledge allegiance This is my letter to Ephesians The rest, we need them Through death, the best are leavin’ The upper room is calling What are we suppose to do? The upper room is calling It appears it's just for you Some people play the victim, some people play the fool Some people pay the dealer while others pay the dues I don't know what's realer, the struggle and the strain Or the guilt that can be built within when making gains Ain't no cheatin' death, you can't lie to life Plus everything about you’s hiding in these satellites Outside of the one day that Adam had it right Humans are parasites, insatiable appetites "So where do we go from there?" You ask I think we all trying to figure that out? One nation under a God kickin' us out ‘Cause America took and takes the infamous route As we state from state to state let’s be great again Let’s forget the salient struggle of each alien Parade after you honor the graves Of natives, slaves, women, gays Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera From Letras Mania