search and ye shall find

what if there was nothing to search for?

what if there was nothing to find?

no land flowing with milk and honey

this is where all faith is tried

this is where all trust is tested

this is where all might fails

this is where we stand and fight forever

become a war hero for conviction

this is where the truth speaks

this is where scripture exist in evidence

this is now and forever

all you who wait

wait for everlasting life and the promised land

wait in vain, wait in pain

for all you have is here, all you are is here

all i think about is my age limit

this is my greatest fall, how can i achieve older than this?

lies, lies, all lies, i am all that there is, all time, all ages

break free from the blood thick umbrella of ceilings

all the ceilings i create are self made

age, sex, location, money, you name it

i am the solution, i am the remedy

i am the depths of hell, i am the heights of heaven

i am all my limitations

i am the greatness unlived, i am the greatness believed

i am the heights of the hallowed thoughts i think

i am the depths of the darkest sights i see

i am the limitation

i melt all the glass ceilings and construct brick walls instead

i live beyond my means and erect new desires

i make my world spin and go round, i am all my limitations

perfect people don't exist

i am perfect

perfect people don't exist

i am perfect

perfect people don't exist

i am perfect

all the blood in my veins flow in formation

all the air in my lungs bubble with excitement and in alignment

all the thoughts in my head stream in unison with Christ and gratitude

all the steps that i take are from the path of preserved glory

i am perfect

i am the light of the sun

burning and bruising, shining and glowing

i am perfect, i am God's fairest angel

have you seen a man blameless and flawless in the sight of God?

have you seen a man with nothing to hide?

have you seen a man without a lie on his tongue?

i am perfect, i am the light of the sun

yes, the devil is outside you

the devil roams

the devil is a trickster

the devil is a master manipulator

the devil's power is a lie

Ross and Hov's devil is a lie

is it lucifer juice in that two cup he's sipping?

the liar can never be a mastermind

i am the mastermind

i chose my outcome with surrender to the supreme

i walk the earth with God in my limbs

my feet is never shaken, i live in His secret place

hello, sunken and fallen angel

this is God's fairest angel on the line

you know my position, hence this is your job;

to trick me out of mine

"give us our daily bread"

the prayer of the common man springs from struggle

"give us our daily bread"

the prayer of the enlightened one springs from faith

the grind created by mankind, my kind to feel worthy of receiving

to give is to receive

"give us our daily bread"

the tense grind of struggling for bread is man tilling the earth

why did God curse Adam?

why did God bless Asher?

condemn man for getting the knowledge of good and evil

"my people perish for lack of knowledge"

God is above duality and conflict

the bread of life is daily bread

God is self fulfilling and all encompassing

i have received my daily bread

my favorite posture is arms wrapped around me

warm arms and cuddly shoulders

a broad chest open to tears, laughter and sniffles

let me rest my head in the divide of your bosom

you're looking down and hugging us tight

through the outlandish behavior, through the smiles and fake remorse

God is the greatest, with hugs and solemn kisses

take me to your secret place, let me live forever in your bosom

look around and see the peering eyes

they break my soul with frowns and disgust

isn't this who God made in his own image?

how can i call you ugly?

through all my failure and disdain

your love surrounds me like a bodyguard

o everlasting talker

the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit

the lens through which i see the world

quiet your mind o noisy one

all the ifs, all the maybes

brought to dissolution in this moment

your rejection of the present is your pain

nothing else contributes but you

breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale

all the intoxication suffocates the voices

take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars

let your eye happily deceive you

my love, my smile, my breath, my frown

all hide in the secret place of your love

all mine to remember when my eye deceives me

let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.

what can i say?

what can i change?

all my dependence on reality has been titled inwards

all i am is a mirror

Kobe numbers, 24

i hope i get the stride he left behind in mamba

all the grit, all the glory

i hope i live outside the shadow of my father

greatness beckons

this is no vain pursuit, this lives in me

i am the journey i embarked on at birth

i am the manifestation i have been waiting on

all the prophesy is I personified

i live no longer in the anticipation of the external

all that is mine is within and fulfilled

all that is mine is within and fulfilled

beat the drums with all the passion in your heart

o drummer boy, i see your heart

i see the dripping sweat in your vestless clothing

i see the sticks slipping from your hands

i see the texts in handwriting, to give is to receive

"there was special grace for drumming today"

what do you do when God gives you sticks instead of mics?

you beat it until praise and worship ends

what can i exchange for what i desire?

i am His fairest angel so he stares at me in completion

my love, do you shine the brightest

you are my fairest angel

the choir is singing

the church is praising

the elder with the tambourine in his hands does a thumbs up

the drummer boy is winning

Inspired by Richard Wright, The Author of Native Son.