Holy Light

This world, ain't right
Darkness without holy light
Without your sunshine 
There is night
(It ain't hard to decide who I love)

The grace is sufficient 
They twist a few scriptures 
And made a fake religion 
We can argue the facts
But can't debate the wisdom
The serpent seed has subjugated his victims
Created systems
Made the heir to the throne beg for permission 
Removed his customs 
Fed'em traditions
Merry Christmas 
Satan's santa climbs down the chimney into the fire
To consume a sacrificial offering talk about symbolism 
It's spiritual 
And the fact that we've never seen it like that 
is hysterical 
Their pseudo truth is satirical 
Only time a Jacob allowed to be blunt is when he lyrical 
Other than that shut yo trap and get back to the trap
It ain't clear to you
Messiah said that they gon hate you 
like they hated me
Paint jesus on a false image that may be M.O.B.
Mark of the beast I'm using acronyms 
to say the least
You know why we fiends 
We wanted out they called cocaine the key
And we believe 
We're so deceived 
Disciplined by the The Father
Humbly brought to our knees 
By a nation swift as the eagle 
Floating through the breeze
Swooping on us
Angels rooting for us like the major leagues
Abba your love is like no other
With skill
You revealed 
How and why my people suffer
You crushed ya Son for us and all the others 
Would you please let your Spirit fall upon us 
Cause

This world, ain't right
Darkness without holy light
Without your sunshine 
There is night
(It ain't Hard to decide who I love)

Being qodesh
Is being blessed 
In Him I have my being 
Ain't no being like the rest
I'm Forever on a quest to abandon this flesh
Reading torah publicly cause
Civil unrest
Relinquishing the scriptures cause they would rather manifest 
In these univers-cities perversion is not oppressed 
Love universal law
But hate the Father's requests
The sin gets forgiven when men repent and confess
You are the lost sheep I'm quoting Malcolm X
Covered in soft fleece 
Fresh Rmory sweats
Descendants of the remnant that the Portuguese possessed 
The queen's pendant had a image 
Of this system on our neck
Most High showed us that we can't do this with out Him
Liberation come from yeilding not just Sunday morning shouting 
Placing emphasis on a building when that building is a mountain 
And that mountain can be moved by the faithful temple in you
Shine ya light

This world, ain't right
Darkness without holy light
Without your sunshine 
There is night
(It ain't Hard to decide who I love)

Between You and this world 
I choose You, yah