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Intro - Deacon]
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
Gather your thoughts
Painted arrangements mixed from a pallet of sound
A casket froze in indigo royal & 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 systems 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 & you don't think poor/pour
[Hook - Deacon]
The upper room is calling
What are we suppose to do?
The upper room is calling
It appears it's just for you
We treat it like a four letter word
We shout it through the ghettos and burbs
Here 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
This is my letter to Ephesians
We need them
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
Other than the one day that Adam had it right
Humans are parasites
So where do we go from there?
I think we all trying to figure that out?
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
We can parade after we honor the graves
Of natives, slaves, women, gays, etc, etc, etc.