Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Kruse
Noah Kruse
Songwriter
Kevin Lynn Wilson
Kevin Lynn Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

In the Land of the Hopeless The grams and the Toasters The Brands and the Poachers From Batterams to Instagram lives used to rope us Same objective with different approaches Lies blur our focus Modus operandi To vilify the chosen Scars ever closing Praying to the stars until the bars swing open Swear he heard the voice of God Like we was Moses Just waiting for the Sun-shine to lay it's rays On the darkness shining light upon their evil ways The keys unlock the shackles of these mental chains And like a carpenter, with the tools We reconstruct the frame The King-Dome of deity dissolved the cage Liberation with a method that's beyond his ways They say it's with the a method likened to the waves Of the ocean, giving life in every droplet sprayed Though we still in the darkness The cruel and the heartless The hurt and the harshness Death lurking close So they resolved to stay cautious Crucified on corners The roads act as the crosses He wishing in his soul it was another way Mama hanging on the hope he'll see another day Liquor being poured upon another grave This the burden of the lineage of the former slaves And still, we feel the mercy of a guiding light Like the prophet spoke to death and Brought it back to life Triumph on the lips A witness by the sight The walk of faith without the blinds Ascending up the flights The ruler of the realm Just commandeer the heights Of your essence Inner blessings we were birthed to rite You see the luminesence glowing in the night. Eternal Fire symbolism for eternal life Yet we still in the Matrix The God and the Satan The mansions, the vacants The skyrise relies on being built atop basements As above, below, learn its embraces Lessons learned, patience Time and a placement for every stage we faced with The foul and the fragrant The low-key, the flagrant The rich man, the vagrant The genuine, the agents The freedom and the cages Just look inside your soul And you will find the truth. The very essence of your being Like the forest roots. And you can know the tree As we observe it's fruits In abundance seeds of love Pray they reproduce And all is as it should be Your growth is proof See the thorns come with the roses Guaranteed to bloom And we forever live There's only empty tombs I close my eyes to light the lights up in the upper room
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