Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spark, artist - Legin
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Song language: English
Spark |
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/ |
And if they don’t I just pray that they’ll be a start/ |
What I can’t say I place in art, make plain the vague and hope it makes a spark/ |
Of a little bit of light in all this dark/ |
I have friends who’s dear to me, don’t understand the pain I see/ |
I’m building something great but sometimes I feel the vacancy/ |
Don’t know where to turn, feeling lost inside this greatness seems/ |
Oxymoronic, I’m doing fine as far as they can see/ |
Social media got us confused, it’s a place to post the news/ |
Not a place to post how you are really doing/ |
So we don’t, because we don’t want to hear it/ |
Emoji hands I’m praying for you, thou shalt not lie, we really know we won’t/ |
So if I say that, I really drop my head and whisper something to the Father/ |
Wish I would pray for me when I get bothered/ |
When Kinah was a toddler, 0−100 I would yell when I got stress outside that |
harmed us, and I’m sorry/ |
And I can’t go to sleep or wake without things on my brain like/ |
Close people that’s in pain I know, folk I know that ain’t right/ |
They left down a dangerous road, don’t if it’s they night/ |
For us to get a call saying he ain’t make it to daylight/ |
I grew up with stories of inequality and fake rights/ |
To pacify a movement people ain’t want to see take flight/ |
A hope of overcoming then Tamir got shot and nothing happened/ |
I looked at Josiah like we really in the same fight/ |
I have white friends I love dearly, my arm, I’d give the right for/ |
Who complain about these issues like an eye sore/ |
It will go away if we don’t look, nothing cancer victims say/ |
But the truth they cannot see behind their eye boards/ |
They won’t take the plank up out, while they’re rolling in the saw dust/ |
American dreaming to build a house on false constructs/ |
Can’t notice the footing lost from dust that turns to quick sand/ |
And wanna fix this land from a distance/ |
Want an instance where it all goes away without repentance/ |
But go to church and praise Him with WWJD on their wristbands/ |
While we were yet sinners, hit the cross for the undeserving/ |
But we get convenient when it comes down to other serving/ |
Cool to hear bout' pain if it don’t disrupt our undergirdings/ |
Don’t take a knee, do it this way, no concern the brother’s hurting/ |
Find a way to discredit, find a way to dismiss em'/ |
Maybe he shouldn’t care cause he’s mixed or just switched religions?/ |
Maybe I wasn’t there why should I pay for the sins I didn’t?/ |
Whether it’s fake news or stay woke we stay blaming the systems/ |
See we stay blaming «isms,» point fingers from our corners and falling back/ |
Not realizing all these «isms» we struggle with are all results of that/ |
But I’m off of that, meanwhile what’s really bugging/ |
Still feel I struggle some days as a son and a husband/ |
Feel like I fight to make change and don’t know if it’s buzzing/ |
Then have nothing left for my family I just know that I love em'/ |
Owe them the best but feel I give them seconds over others/ |
Not my intention but this feeling’s real over redundant/ |
Lay my kids down feel like I failed again, it’s so repugnant/ |
I’m just fighting hard to try and be who my daddy wasn’t/ |
I have a high standards because I want the best for them/ |
But without God on my best day all I can give them in my best is sin/ |
My wife holds on to me through the best of them/ |
She’s seen me at my worst and still whispered to me to rest in Him/ |
I don’t understand it all, and I never claimed to/ |
But when I couldn’t He sent me a brown skinned angel/ |
A messenger of grace, I know the difference between Satan and his claims too/ |
I don’t always know where I’m going all the time, but I know how grace moves/ |
So new day I’ma face you, with all my pain and stains too/ |
All the things that’s weighing on my heart I can’t explain to/ |
I will make it over things others can’t relate to/ |
Hands high, face low still remains my angle/ |
I just pray this transparent moment really helps you make it through/ |
No matter what’s in your way I just hope you make it too/ |
Whether inside or outside whatever’s paining you/ |
I pray this transparent moment really helps you pray too/ |
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/ |
And if they don’t I just pray it’ll be a start/ |
What I can’t say I place in art, to make plain the vague, hope it makes a spark/ |
Of a little bit of light in all this dark/ |
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/ |
And if they don’t I just pray it’ll be a start/ |
What I can’t say I place in art, to make plain the vague, hope it makes a spark/ |
Of a little bit of light in all this dark/ |