Gotta figure how to lay down my bets
‘ figure how to find varieties, compatibilities,
sequels, & trilogies
Not enough welts could save us
More than enough Welch, so savory to us
Had to reap the repercussions
From seductive percussions that led to
concussions, concocted by eruptions
Though my confessions may give way to divine concessions from transgressions with cushions disguised as pleasured discretion.
What’s my obsession with biting the apple. Save one for Snapple. We all know the eye leads to the chapel.
Please don’t let this world be my ceiling
Bring me home, let it be my healing
Knew I was ready when you gave me that feeling
The things that you’ve shown me were revealing
All in the open, no more concealing
Not out for trophies, not chasing a million
Survived in this lifetime, like a chameleon
Lived out my journey, until my purpose felt fulfilling
Refused to let the demons win and secure a stealing
With you is my resting place, Lord willing
