Muhammatron - Muhammed's Prayer

Lord I want to walk in all your ways
All your ways. All your ways

Dear Heavenly father I tried to keep you out of my visual
Hypocritical Pharisee, I was in it for miracles
Signs and wonders, I was practicing rituals
I'll do more for you kingdom Lord just give me more material things
Then tried to see you through my peripheral, felt like it was physical
On Sunday I have a Crown you was King
Monday through Friday I was miserable
Sinful symptoms are worsening, and then you burnt down everything
You smoked them like a pack of cools, "Shame"
Now what am I to do, and who am I to blame?
I blamed myself for this present hell
But if your sovereign I know them flames are where you dwelt
And it was there where I knelt in the belly of the whale
Where there were more dark nights than Syncopy had with Bale
Or Tom Hardy, you broke me like a spell
Pardon me, but I can hardly see you through the veil of smoke
Inhale I caught some suit in my throat
Exhale cooking my lungs melting all that owned
I'm in a zone, but still didn't change, but I changed when later
You shook me up when you took my friend David in a crash
And he was more faithful then I will ever be
Lord make me faithful and keep my face to the heavenlies
You chose me like Aslan chose the Pevensies
That's heavenly, your grace woke me up like the reveille

Lord I want to walk in all your ways
All your ways. All your ways

Now I don't need you in an internet age to rich
Just a pocket full of ambition and an internet niche
But now and days I'm crashing like an internet glitch
Cause dreams are awkwardly big like an Ethernet switch
Sometimes I be wireless, I pray to be opposite of fireless
You got me on an infinite list
And it's no coincidence that you loved and chose me forever
I'm still working out the kinks, but I can't wait to get to Heaven
I'm full of leaven; I got more tithes than a reverend
Lord help me to cut the rope so I don't drown in my depression
As an adolescent I tried my hands at insurrections
Until I heard of your death, burial, and your resurrection
I heard that on a Friday. Thank God that it was Friday
Cause I was hungry for truth and I didn't want to have it my way
Ephesians two, I was more demonic than Childs play
A virgin by default singing Shorty swing it my way
And I'm sorry for those nights with nasty Nay Nay
I was a dog in heat and I was crazy like Sheneneh
But through it all you gave me a pretty lady
Proverbs thirty-one wife, mother of my babies
Now I am not a, I am not a robot
Give me an orange slash Lord so I won't be a roadblock
Stuck in a box where the religion is Holy Hip Hop
And the Pharisees are killing my walk like cheap flip-flops

Lord I want to walk in all your ways
All your ways. All your ways

Before the fire I thought my family was squared away
Now I'm sitting praying things I wouldn't dare to say
Lord this ain't fair to me
I know you understand my request and it's severity
The trials in my life were quite the rarity
But now they're all tumbling down ready to bury me

Written by:
Hassan Muhammed

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