A Place as quiet as a grave but becomes a city of risen bones Place of fortitude Place of guidance Place of tranquility Place of Joy Place of exaltation Place of increase Place of light His presence is that place Oozing with fragrance that sticks so the world can perceive his glory Build you up like a fortress His presence is a foundation your faith is built on, it will stand strong Withstand the turbulence that this world brings His presence is where you ought to be His presence is where you would see him
Isn’t it sad how in a blink of an eye, your world can just flipped like a light switch You were once top draw now it seem like you have been relegated to the bottom You thought you had finally carved a niche for your self That your art will set the world on fire That nothing could stop you from climbing that pedestal and get higher Suddenly reality hits you like a drunk driver That sometimes, the only thing you get higher on have now become dark clouds forming in your lungs Or drowning your pains at the depth of the green bottle You wish it could take your thoughts far away from this world like a space shuttle or shield your mind from harsh reality’s sun but even that ain’t strong enough
You have come to realized that Life can become that bully always ready to treat you But all you ever desired is a soft landing Become Superman so your skin can be tough But you see these streets, she no get Joy What was once beautiful like Helen of Troy The streets will destroy Plant a decoy to take your gaze from your goal Throw mirage of fame and fortune, her aim is to cajole Sinking you deep into depression and locking you in her hole
Your heart is finally empty, she has stolen your soul Now you are wandering loose like a kite Looking for who to take away this noose off your neck and free you from your plight But in all these struggles, one thing must be gained That Flicker of hope and faith that you must refuse to extinguish That call to turn on your human torch and continually show the world what you are fantastic for That call to distinguish yourself from the lot That call to tear up the old story and write yourself a new plot To drift your mind from the norm into certainty
This should always send excitement bubbling on your inside That you can’t wait to Ex yourself from your past life You can’t wait for this cross to become a source of strength Can’t wait to flame on and set the world on fire Can’t wait to speak resurrections to those souls that have wallowed too long in this graveyard Can’t wait to help heal minds that have been marred To clot hearts that have been scared Yes, your hurt is what’s burning now but no pain is eternal You can rise from these ashes like a Phoenix And if you don’t like the song life is singing, just hit her with the remix Never forget that you are that fire this world has been waiting for So what are you waiting for, Flame On!!!
Lift up your voices oh ye earth and let the sound of your praises reach the heavens Sing like birds on a bright sunny morning and let the wonders of God be known to all. Raise instruments in worship Beat the heavy drums and play the flutes, let them testify to the King of kings.
Let your voices rise to the roof tops, overpowering even the strongest of walls, let the earth be shaken by the sound of rejoicing to our God. Sing, with all your might. Shout, with all your heart and let all hell quiver with fear of our testimonies.
Science says freezing hot food causes freezer shock But since we don’t do Lukewarm Luke warms the food back to back Or freezes it till hell freezes over. Let the freezer shock if it must.
The day I told my mum I won’t go to hell Even if I die fornicating She shouted ‘chi’m egbu’m ooo’. ‘It’s funny-Kate how the devil is fighting for your life’. Old people think they are wiser But I have read my history books back and forth And the devil lost the battle a long time ago.
I tell people not to bother using a mechanic That I have a transformer that can transform Their wretched Volkswagen to a Ferrari But they are afraid to hug transformer Even if it will only zap them to eternal life.
They say trade by barter is our culture And the church continues trading her Joy. Even after Christ said it’s not for sale, They still couldn’t take despite their starvation. Instead they borrow wears they can’t afford Snapping and posting with two fingers up Captioned ‘for the culture’
I used to head to A. G. most Sundays truly Right until my pops popped in another assembly Up in Abj, the irreligious allow arch-bars A friend told me once, never allow wack bars
So I dug into the Spirit I am in it cause I won it Shackles made of responsibility But I dance Yeah I praise By God l’mma glorify the Elohim
No need for the pressure or the inhibition That meat for the idols has become our culture But all the cattle and the hills are mine in the Lord I used to cower, now my freedom got my brothers Michael Jackson in disapproval.