Simple Song - The Procussions

On the audio canvas stands this man with his hands as a mantis

Submerged in the word like Atlantis to plant this seed, we feeding of the Roots

of David

And finally freed from enslavement see this is where the pavement

Meets the path and the power principles of purity are unmasked at last our

direction is that of the outcast

Outlasting temptation like the thirty day fast redeemed from the past renamed

in the present

I sing to the King Who came as a Peasant offering that pleasant state of

humility

The light of the world with the strength and the ability to transform norm to

extraordinary

Making prophets out of prosecutors if necessary and rags to revolution poetry

from pollution

Felon to family man problem to solution and the solution is clear

The revolution is near no more confusing people with fear the constitution

appears to make freedom a right

But you know its only found in the sun light i say you know its only found in

the Son right

Hook

At a lost for words i heard something in my mind sing (lala.lala.la.la)

Without a care in the world i stand firm on a cloud singing (lala.la.la.la.

la) waking up at the dawn i had a song in my heart it goes (la.la.la.la.la.

la)

I found peace in a vision of love and yo it sound like

Is it deliberate intention to rush to our destruction

Is self hate the face that needs no introduction

Is what we’re fighting for just what we settle for

These notes i write are more just lines behind a metaphor

Scripting with a purpose the fire that’s burning

Yearning to show us the light in times that’s uncertain

The struggles so fragile being reduced to gravel then built back again

A breath of live refreshing a dead mannequin a new man

Begins a new champion claims the win for the team

Well versed in the lessons of hurt it’s extreme insecurities

We have are written right on our sleeve like…

Tabs of acid name brands and badges and birth control

Given through medicinal patches addiction is fashioned acceptable

Actions from sociable addicts

Living this sickly image in this modern day Rome we murder our own

Die by the cell phone and yet we can’t can not connect that buying gem stones

Does not reflect or make a good home

Government judging the world by the way that we live and yet our parents are

afraid of our kids

Teachers would rather suspend instead of listen to 'em

Lost pursuing this American dream my father giving me a

Song to sing to put my mind at ease