How many levels of layers can
one gaze through?
Here's a clue, transparent opticals
do block one's pursuit.
I must resort to this question, has
God truly ordained this?
Thinking of a master plan,
try to obtain this.
Why do these kids always
do them things they do?
To you, okay? I'm giving it all to you because
I now remove my hands.
The uppercase can take control,
cause the schemes that I've initiated now be getting old.
I can execute my plans in the choir easily,
but being stopped by screen doors occurs repeatedly.
But to lighten the load, though,
desire shall be granted
The screen door flings open,
no more of which I slam
And give him that, he got my back,
I count it done in his time
No constructing my own dream,
stepping out of the empire
Now I know the breaking point,
I've calculated how far
Did my feet have to bend before
I find the squeezing jaw?
On the opposite end,
everything really fine and fine
Looks can be de ceiving as
the evening winds down
Sublime sounds, dubious the night air
Like the moonlight,
buffoons fight on the corner
Territorial disputes erupting
Occasionally a pimp might slap a ho
Do I really decide to act
and fool with these bros?
Uh, pros and cons,
I'm way too afraid, but proceeding
Still I pounce into the melee,
while my savior's eyes are bleeding
Something takes control,
covers up the hole
Just so caught from the fallin', thank
God, cause I was all in
Good looking out,
just in time to save my soul
From this point forward,
the green doors remain closed
I can't hold it,
the street don't let me out
The image is on the other side
Lift up you, I need to check on my desire
Need to see if you're in line
As I open the other side
Open the doors for me
1 2, 1 2 go!
I knock, upon a witten door. I open it up,
try to walk through it, but the screen door was shut.
Wasn't blinded by anything,
could clearly see my praise.
So I went for the kill, but my
God he didn't will me
To pursue, on what my flesh wanted,
but all what my spirit needs.
Cause my
God he has a planned schedule,
on what I should exceed, to succeed in my ways.
So I obey, step into the dark side, light to my left,
to my right, then I'm guided by this light
What a sight to see,
it's something that I've never seen, but how do I get to it?
I'm still blocked by this screen, I'm getting mad,
but it's this voice that I hear
It's my
God telling me that I need a clear at mosphere,
meaning to think straight
And abide by his word so I can graze in the holy land,
with the rest of his
Look, look, what do I see? I
can't believe my eyes
Is it a true bliss or is it a boat
full of sweet lies?
I can't make up my mind,
but outside sees my deep tempting
Now should I exit,
or sustain myself in missing my thoughts
As I continue my wishful thinking,
I can see suddenly I feel a rush
Coming over me, tracing my desires,
I could view the front door
But I disruptly find the screen
closed with a bloody nose
Oh
Lord, forgive me,
I didn't mean to rush you
But the disillusion brought confusion,
now I stand cruel
So
God bless me with initiative
to inform others
Don't force the door, cause in time it'll be uncovered
In front of me is blockage,
the shade stops the race
From blinding my sight from
the truth as I gaze
Amazing it seems as I gaze
through the glass
Appealing to my eye the other side
Reveals the evil menu
Collecting loot in pursuit
Of happiness and peace
from momentary release
Of pressure cooking great cavity
Could it be conviction?
Is my diction that should speak?
They eat from the plate of indecisiveness
Lost in the wilderness of pleasure
Ignorant of the measure of
judgment that lies
When the end is near, and the end is near
Beware, I hear the steps of relief
I'm about to break you
off a little taste
Discipline in its rarest form,
you listening?
Testament for those who have the infant
conception of this statement
You'll understand when
I'm gone and through
Tell me why you stare,
instead of winning souls
Wasting precious time,
living on your own
Remember if you can,
my final thought and pose
I rebuke those who glare through the
screen remaining closed
Grits 
