Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man's Soul, artist - Grits. Album song Grammatical Revolution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Man's Soul |
The more I meditate, I hesitate to even show face |
The more I hesitate, I contemplate my life is a waste |
My spirit levitates to take a glance at truth of His grace |
As my flesh emulates every act of disgrace |
So deceptive in perception of its hunger and greed |
Maliciously relentless to fulfill whatever it needs |
Undisciplined, rebellious, no regard for righteousness |
Ever since it tasted death, he desires nothing less |
Too many nights I spent in tears, drowning in fear |
I’m never making it, through all the time I spend faking it |
My soul is proving capability and prone that when alone |
Without the father’s consecration flesh manipulates constantly |
Continual battles my inner being goes through |
Why do I do the things I know I’m not supposed to |
Why don’t I do the things that I know I should do |
Who s to blame except me and me alone |
I found my enemy’s home was in my soul |
What could inhibit a habit |
The dark corners lurking |
Demonic principalities when other evils working |
You can’t escape fate, allow what’s in your heart to tailgate |
You’re the only cellmate to unlock what locked the jail gate |
Somewhere inside the crevice, I long to face the limits |
The premise is death for execution of flesh |
Passed on authority and so control |
The tree of life I chose, taking shape of His mold |
Indulge in fruit too, whatever you do, I do, we crew |
Give into a city, evil, not for me, you you |
Doom can’t loom if I no longer give it room zoom a zoom |
You’re free to explode for miles with a loud boom |
Grip it tightly I hold with no intention to fold |
Toe to toe and blow to blow, flow to flow I stand firm |
Learn to discern, circumstances are changed |
Do a dance with death, til my soul’s last breath |
When I’m at my hardest |
Can salvage my image tarnished |
What can make me whole again |
The blood of Jesus |
Freed indeed |
Down the slanted hill I skied, high speed |
Managed to get vantage when I got tree’d |
What lies in a man’s soul |
I found that evil doesn’t have a face, or let alone a place |
It just lingers in the void over an open space |
Searching out a victim to nuzzle up against |
Take under its wing, inhabit, then reign supreme |
Fickle control, it slowly conquers a man’s soul |
Behold real TV, even realer when it takes its toll |
Unfold, with those punches, you don’t have to roll |
Toss yourself at the cross, and escape the death hold |
More vibrant than a radiant redhead |
With flashlights for fingers, the illuminated words of Christ |
Put that on ice for a spell, pray tell, how in the world do you excel in the |
glory of God, and then rebel |
Letting death valley grip you with fear of falling down |
Evil only breeds and feeds when you allow it to hang around |
So get down, hit knees where prayers don’t cease |
What’s lurking probably shouldn’t even be working |