Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But when humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the fray "I got something to say"
May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority
Just a walking stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of
May we have a birthed out of a revelation of promise
A reflex caused by you know to be true of God
is not a comic book
There are no victims or villains, just us
We are oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers
Resting on his power of and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of Babylon is biting
In the vein of the metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be champions
And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope
Resurrection shows that this land is not our
We are sojourners living out what a past action us
the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of creation groaning, labor and pains
Like the crushing of a planet's could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in blood
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the feeling where every a blessing
'Cause every breath could be your one man, that's the answer
Be with one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
Remember you too once in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the of glory sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my has yet to catch up with what my heart knows
And my heart is still lightyears my library, it's scary
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the influence I had on those plaques on they wall
It could leave a man salty "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning an attitude beneath me
And I am just like them, a systemic
Longing for and hoping in salvation
Yeah, hoping in
for the day He make the crooked way straight

We march on a road
And we our eyes
And we raise our
Justice is to roll
Like a wide
Like a wide

Glorious state of our gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And repaved the streets and found homes for the
under the thumb of an unbearable slum lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never lord
And we all him and took matters into our own hands
And made a filthy of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they were proof of a system
And we only got ourselves to blame, our little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural and acceptance
erased racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't down on the poor like we ain't like them
And not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] among us
The but not yet, so we look for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time comes soon and make the crooked way straight

We march on a crooked
And we our eyes
And we our eyes
Justice is going to
Like a wide
Like a river

I'm really starting to my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm becoming introverted
Tryna
Finding I don't need a lot of to get me over
And you can the track down
I like it when the level's in my head
Sometimes I find the volume is in my brain
Stays in the red and not sustainable
Help me to peace of mind
Despite what be happening
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me the quiet
the quiet