Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency hard, right?
But rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the fray "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no authority
Just a walking stick of an and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith birthed out of a revelation of
A reflex caused by what you to be true of God
Life is not a book
There are no victims or villains, just us
We are smog-laced oxygen tossed to capsize murderers
Resting on his power of and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of what is biting
In the vein of the best metaphor of what exists for
May my be permanently associated with those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for Pharaoh thinks
May we be champions
And we are not those without hope or in hope alone
shows that this land is not our home
We are sojourners living out what a action bought us
With the knowledge that we yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of creation groaning, labor and pains
Like the crushing of a planet's moon could Saturn's rings
My soul covered in blood stains
is a perspective, the ironic gift of cancer
If I bottle the feeling where every morning's a blessing
every breath could be your last one man, that's the answer
Be with one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the hope of glory sealed our
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to up with what my heart knows
And my is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the influence I had on with plaques on they wall
It could leave a man salty "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning an attitude beneath me
And I am just them, a systemic participant
Longing for and hoping in salvation
Yeah, in salvation
for the day He make the crooked way straight

We march on a road
And we our eyes
And we raise our
Justice is going to
Like a river
Like a wide

state of our soul's gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And repaved the streets and homes for the orphans
Once under the thumb of an slum lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never come
And we all believed him and took matters into our own
And made a filthy mess of our own
And crimes of survival, they proof of a flawed system
And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating hearts
But the of trans-cultural love and acceptance
That racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't them
And they not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] us
The already but not yet, so we for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper comes soon and the crooked way straight

We march on a road
And we our eyes
And we raise our
Justice is going to
Like a wide
a river wide

I'm really starting to enjoy my alone as I'm getting older
I've to notice I'm becoming more introverted
Tryna
Finding I need a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can turn the track
I like it the level's even in my head
I find the volume is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and it's not
Help me to remember peace of
Despite would be happening
And hold on to the
the quiet
Help me remember the
Remember the