Текст песни Broken Kings - Swoope , W.L.A.K. , Alex Faith

Heaven touched my mouth with a
Fire and made my heart pure
Now my heart pours for everything
From the gang violence in Chicago
To genocide in Darfur
To miscarried children, blood pours
On the parched floor
Mama in abortion clinic, baby in a
Trashbag
All I do is tweet about it, lol hashtag
The new J's is coming out?
Oh I gotta grab that
But get that wisdom out my face and
Show me where the cash at
Then He placed a crown upon my
Head
Said that I'm a king already but not
Yet
Um what does that mean?
Nevermind just in me
I don't need to understand it, I just
Know that I'm free
Freedom from the Holy One
And no I'm not the only one
A lot of broken hearted kings
I tell ya what they focused on
The world around is dying everyday
And we see it
The King's got the keys so he speak
And he frees it, Jesus
Can you see its all in vain (all in
Vain)
And it breaks my heart to see you
Fall away (fall away)
We've been battling ourselves like
Forever, dog fight
Jackals with their tails tied together
All types of Christian churches and
World views
But what about the church that the
World views?
They see a perilous voyage into the
Dead Sea for some pearl-less oysters
In other words it's pointless
They don't understand that this
Ain't nothing to toy with
They don't understand why we don't
Give up and join 'em
They don't understand how some of
Us were appointed
Some of us, cuz some of us are
Dealing with the sum of us
Not as equal as some say, son
I can see through the sun shades
Darling, you look devilish on the
Runway
I tried to tell 'em, they eyes would
Well up
But they some modern day Hellen
Kellers
Only go by what they feel, Lord help
Us
Yeaaa, breaks my heart
To see us focusing on things that
Will pass away
Clever distractions
This illusion is tragic
We focused on amusing the masses
But can't see that the center of
Attraction is all in vain like blind
Heroin addicts, its all a dream
Unwise settle for hat tricks
My heart cries when airs pulling out
Rabbits from they might
As white lies turn to black magic
And destruction results from
Distraction
Did the folk of the cloth trade
Mirrors and smoke for the cross?
If so we hope its lost
The hocus pocus that we know that's
In the culture will fall
If our eyes ain't on the King then
Our focus is off, its in vain