Finding God
I was born under the veil of sin
Flooded with uncertainty, reality keeps interrogating my dreams
One day I grabbed a pen to paint Inspiration with ink
It isn't like scribbling with wood and a lead
I know I can't erase the life that I lead
I think, therefore I am – illuminating within
Detoxifying with seductions and splendid routines
Perfection, the view from which I’m missing a glimpse
Connection, mind and soul I’m always missing a link
Overwhelmed by the constant influx of research, stats and studies
But how come none of them where conducted on me?
Breaking news, revelations on Facebook and tweets
It’s a mystery the paradox of my spirit I flee
They say feelings are the language of the soul but what I’m feeling is week
I'm ego-bashing myself; I wanna set my mind free
I'm trying to find God, but my mind is setting limits
I searched with carnage, I’m raw to the roots and stem rings out of age
I interviewed prophets, they held my intellect hostage
I have become victim to my own language
They assassinated my character saying my search was blasphemy
I knelt down and fell asleep in prayer floating in creations' inequity
Journey through muddy waters untangling this woven tapestry
I said my search for God is justified
We have become too satisfied
We’ve stopped dreaming we found comfort zones
and took refuge on foreign sites
We relish in comparison, we complain too damn much
We eat garbage, we've prioritized the mind and put the heart aside
We've let machines weigh our thoughts, our souls have been compromised
This is not what we paid for, is this what our ancestors died for?
Observing women – man bashing, and man bashing women, we really need God
I tried to write a book, research a paper, script a thesis y'all
but there's not enough keys in the keyboards though
I continue my search for God
It’s irreligion, beset by internal doubt and division
Most people demystified life, it's now a veil of fantasy and deception
We sold our right to reason, now can't distinguish
between substance and simulation, reality and illusion
I figure if I concentrate – when I meditate – I can levitate and reach the milky way
Summon the spirits of yesterday
Request audience so we can converse while the earth debates
We paid a high price I’m just asking for a rebate
We paid a high price for ignorance, it's not bliss, it's not better
I searched the Bible, the Qur'an and the Torah
The Dead Sea Scrolls, the Papyrus and The Egyptian book of those-no-longer
Conversed with ancient scholars
listened to blasphemous potters
Prostituting souls turning their sons to daughters
I was created in his image
I’ve seen enough evidence in everyday that I’m living
I looked inside me; the search is over, I found Him
