paroles de chanson Smoke a Joint - Fragile , Ill God

When last did you smoke a joint?
I'm not talking of the rolls of marijuana or cigars
Or the Benson & Hedges that put us on edge
Darkens our lungs and before long we're gone
All black everything in the funeral of another carefree novice
Gone without a moment's notice
Know this, that I
I'm talking of The H.S

When last did you get drunk?
I'm not talking of the red wine or the bottles of Star
That stops you from shining
Or the Magic Moments of un-magical moments when you're robbed blindly
Or the Orijin of unoriginal sins
Or the White & Mackays or Andres that lead you astray
I'm not talking of the burning liquor
That feels like the flickering
Flames of hell as it goes down your throat
Please note
That I, I'm talking of The H.S

You know the problem with the church today?
It's that the youths spend too much time being sober
Instead of being hungover
Instead of being intoxicated by the Word of God
Staggering under the weight of the anointing
Speaking in tongues
Driving lives under the influence of The Holy Spirit

We go about with our eyes wide shut
Seeing things that are not there
Praying to things that cannot hear
Putting the stories of our hearts in the hands of fate
Instead of submitting it to The Author and The Finisher of our faith

It almost feels like a Zombie Apocalypse
When I see young people who are spiritually dead

If only we smoked often
We'll be healed of our glaucoma 'cause we're spiritually blind
We say we are the head and not the tail, yet we fail
Still sitting in ignorance 'til we're now, behind

If only we got drunk often and bottled our worries in prayers
We will not worship at the altar of
Immorality and expect mortal men to save us

You know what God told me?
He said, "Your make up isn't the colors that you put on your face
But what I predestined you to be"
Can't you see?
Best believe that your foundation isn't the sticks
The liquids or the creams but our God
And though we might try to conceal our sins
We forget that The Revealer of all Things is our Lord

So I wonder
Why I hunger for drop dead gorgeous men and ignore the Giver of Life
Sinner that I am
Why do I chase after men that make me weak in the knee
When I can find strength on my knees?

So I sin
Every time, I do as I please
And in doing as I please, I forfeit peace
In my defense
"How do I know what the truth is when I base my life on movies?"

Oh and by the way, I perfected the art of being a damsel in distress
But I get distressed
When my knight in shining armor
Sees me as a damsel not worth the stress
I get depressed

He loves me, he loves me not
I'm pulling on flower petals wondering if I'm special
When its clearly written in The word that
Nothing can separate us from The Love of God

My knight in shining armor called me fat so I started dieting
I stopped eating bread
I stopped eating The bread of Life
In order to look good, I started taking supplements
Instead of my daily nourishment in order to get his compliments
I fed on his bread of lies
I forgot I heard someone say
He talked about Jesus and the fashion of today
He said, "Jesus took lashes for your
Lashes. He said,"Jesus took nails for your nails"
So if only I smoked often I would know I was made in the image
And perfection of The Creator, formed to do the Master's bidding

When last did you smoke a joint?
When last did you get so high
You reached a realm when you touched
The hem of the robes of The Most High?
When was the last time you called on
The name of your God with confidence?
You said, "Jah!", without having dreadlocks and a head-warmer?

When?

Some of us can't even pray for ourselves
We'd wake up at mid nights in our PJs and call the pastor and say
"Please pray" and then he says, "Take" and you say, "I receive"
But if you understood His Grace
You would know it is more blessed to give than to receive

When last did you smoke a joint?
When last did you puff, puff, pass to another sinner in evangelism?
The promises of the Kingdom carefully
Rolled in our rizla of brotherly love
Let me tell you
We were given lips to kiss the 'claro' of God's Word through faith
But wait
If the Bible says,
"Out of our bellies shall flow rivers of living water"
Why do we get intoxicated on
Earthly spirits and vomit curses and hate?

This is the message from the Ministry of Divine Health
Smokers of the Holy spirit are liable to live, and not die

So when last did you smoke a joint?