The A.M. dawns again And I?m seeking the Source Searching the force, longing for warmth That I?ve never ever felt before Cuz I cannot find more of life
Open my eyes I want to see what You see Show me the view Let me feel what You feel Open my world I want the air You breathe Show me the life That?s
Intercede, and move the groove And never let it go Intercede the sweat will bleed My heart you need to know Intercede, and shake the floor I?ll never
I?ve been to the Garden Breathed the sweetest air Alive and wanting more Ate the fruit and honey I?ve tasted the sweetest sweet I am full on life So
I want you To radiate Your perfection permeate Burn in me Eradicate So burn, burn
Show me your glory.
You?re beautiful You?re the reason why So wonderful You make me high
Who is like You? Who is like the wonders, the wonders, the wonders, the wonders of You? From alpha to Omega No Ones greater While your cutting the wax
I look into the great expanse Your majesty is shown Rainbow skies, sparkling ice Beneath Your sapphire throne I wash my hands You wash my heart Renew
Your kingdom come Come on Kingdom come Can you hear me?
I see at the local bar With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar And if they catch a hunter
like baby doo-doo I will continue to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya Puttin' jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts
got my corner, still got my edge And the waitress takes an order for another round As I try to blend my way into the crowd The hunter of the autograph
I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a hunting
O; Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary O, I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O. The hunter lo'es the morning
in for to stay. Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland, And she's bleeding to this day. Their dogs of war were loosed to run And hunt the rebels down
, makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong, he's ringy as a b'ar an' twic't as strong Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer! Andy
I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves I'd teach them how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar and if they catch a hunter