Wrestling Israel

Hunu? got cheeks when he's wrestling
 I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at
 Him like suggestions don't spar him pressin' on me
 Here's a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I
 Keep throwing lefties 'til my right's all right
 Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him
 Don't do handouts; no I hand out concessions
 Sayin' "I ain't got nothin' but my hands. Clutch my treasure."
 A measure of a man is kindness
 Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is?
 My eyes are on the other side of minus
 If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I'm fine with
 Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise
 I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my
 Feet on the bodies; these streets are overlined
 And from anyone the chosen one can
 rise
 For the broke and way we fight today
 And the fires burning bright as flames
 There's a balm in Gilead
 There's a balm in Gilead
 I was never one to wanna throw away the laws
 More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws
 Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause
 And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross
 Dear Gods,
 please protect me from those who take you literally
 Pause, bless each emotion that contols me
 Please forgive me for every time I didn't really
 Reflect peace
 or at least provide a bitter release
 To those literally burned by your followers
 Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs
 Some of them know all the words but unaware of the
 Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer
 Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus)
 P.S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you're a fan of us
 If not we can adjust.
 P.P.S. My God, why have you abandoned us?
 For the broke and way we fight today
 And the fires burning bright as flames
 There's a balm in Gilead
 There's a balm in Gilead
 I'm trying to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac
 Basilisk lizard while I'm standing on a lilypad
 Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead
 There is a balm, there is a balm in Gilead
 We but the balms in the side and the side to heal
 Put the balm inside, inside reveal
 ? ring hollow like a Glockenspiel
 Time for what might not be real
 So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling
 With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling
 With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling
 With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling
 With faith and community, never stop wrestling
 With every god you worship, never stop wrestling
 Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are
 To divine your true prupose
 For the broke and way we fight today
 And the fires burning bright as flames
 There's a balm in Gilead
 There's a balm in Gilead