I’m a hot mess with a plot twist. Like a prophet on a rocket. I’m a zoom in like a Godsend I don’t make mends just to make friends. But I do wish folks would take heed, trying stand tall down on bum knees, just a prisoner tryna stay free, like a stained sheep trying stay clean, wouldn’t say a peep but that ain’t me. Cause the game needs such a changing. Had to make waves, this is way deep. Like I’m waking from a great sleep, just to realize, Watching hate creep, that there’s evil in these grey streets. Like a virus an it’s 19, I’m a pilot in a slipstream, if I’m Midas I would touch dreams, all there eyes are on a touch screen, going blind when it’s a must see God is love just means he loves me. Your device can be a prison Hold the phone but that’s a given. See the Sun the Son has risen, so the blind can have a vision, wisdom climbs the vines on mission, loves the key where’s your ignition, just a fisher out here fishing. Living faith has stopped my wishing. So conclude that we’re the change, an refuse to live in vain. Heal the rude an soothe the pain, of the usual mundane, guard your heart but don’t be chained, for the storms will come your way, so remember on those days, Christ has come and freedom reigns.