Wrestling Israel by Flobots
Hunu? got cheeks when he's wrestling
I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at
Him like suggestions don't spar him pressin' on me
Here's a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I
Keep throwing lefties 'til my right's all right
Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him
Don't do handouts; no I hand out concessions
Sayin' "I ain't got nothin' but my hands. Clutch my treasure."
A measure of a man is kindness
Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is?
My eyes are on the other side of minus
If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I'm fine with
Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise
I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my
Feet on the bodies; these streets are overlined
And from anyone the chosen one can
rise
For the broke and way we fight today
And the fires burning bright as flames
There's a balm in Gilead
There's a balm in Gilead
I was never one to wanna throw away the laws
More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws
Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause
And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross
Dear Gods,
please protect me from those who take you literally
Pause, bless each emotion that contols me
Please forgive me for every time I didn't really
Reflect peace
or at least provide a bitter release
To those literally burned by your followers
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