Broken Kings - W.L.A.K., Swoope, Christon Gray

Heaven touched my mouth with a fire and made my heart pure

Now my heart pours for everything

From the gang violence in Chicago

To genocide in Darfur

To miscarried children, blood pours on the parched floor

Mama in abortion clinic, baby in a trashbag

All I do is tweet about it, lol hashtag

The new J’s is coming out?

Oh I gotta grab that

But get that wisdom out my face and show me where the cash at

Then He placed a crown upon my head

Said that I’m a king already but not yet

Um what does that mean?

Nevermind just in me

I don’t need to understand it, I just know that I’m free

Freedom from the Holy One

And no I’m not the only one

A lot of broken hearted kings

I tell ya what they focused on

The world around is dying everyday and we see it

The King’s got the keys so he speak and he frees it, Jesus

Can you see its all in vain (all in vain)

And it breaks my heart to see it fall away (fall away)

We’ve been battling ourselves like forever, dog fight

Jackals with their tails tied together

All types of Christian churches and world views

But what about the church that the world views?

They see a perilous voyage into the Dead Sea for some pearl-less oysters

In other words it’s pointless

They don’t understand that this ain’t nothing to toy with

They don’t understand why we don’t give up and join 'em

They don’t understand how some of us were appointed

Some of us, cuz some of us are dealing with the sum of us

Not as equal as some say, son

I can see through the sun shades

Darling, you look devilish on the runway

I tried to tell 'em, they eyes would well up

Like they some modern day Hellen Kellers

Only go by what they feel, Lord help us

Yeah!, breaks my heart

To see us focusing on things that will pass away

Clever distractions

This illusion is tragic

We focused on amusing the masses

But can’t see that the center of attraction is all in vain like blind heroin

addicts, its all a dream

Unwise settle for hat tricks

My heart cries when airs pulling out rabbits from they might

As white lies turn to black magic

And destruction results from distraction

Did the folk of the cloth trade mirrors and smoke for the cross?

If so we hope its lost

The hocus pocus that we know thats in the culture will fall

If our eyes ain’t on the King then our focus is off, its in vain