Sprung on World

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    Sprung on World

    Still Trapped in paradise because I’m sprung on world.

     

    Can’t understand what’s keeping me from escaping from all these diamonds and pearls.

     

    Physically and mentally I can’t control it.

     

    My life is sitting there unattended because I can’t unfold it.

     

    My spirit is sitting there weak like its already old and…

     

    …my pride is in the dark getting tortured by torment.

     

    God where is the reinforcements.

     

    You said you were going to back me up like a cal very does their horseman.

     

    So I fell off my horse what you want me to say.

     

    That’s because I’m worried about the outcome at the end of the day.

     

    Got me sitting on my knees trying to figure out to say.

     

    Like God I need guidance are you going to help me today?

     

    He said, “Stop wondering in the desert and plant your feet in the sand.

     

    In other words don’t trip and put your faith in my hands.”

     

    I’m like ok if you say so then I’ll do that now.

     

    The only problem is ain’t nobody showed me how.

     

    He said, “I am the teacher and life is the test.

     

    And you have skeletons in our closet so you must confess.

     

    And trust that I’ll wash you in my blood and refresh you like crest.

     

    But for now you got a calling before you take your eternal rest.

     

    I’m like yes finally I have a calling!

     

    I’m glad I found a route because I’m tired of falling.

     

    I heard too many stories about rags to riches.

     

    But I’ll go from rags to rags as long as I got riches in the spirit.

     

    Too many people stuck in the past talking about they're “livin it”.

     

    The only time I am in the past is if God told me to come and visit it.

     

    So the only thing you can do is stick to the path God choose.

     

    And just sit back and watch your life unfold.

     

    But you need wisdom in order just to pay attention to me.

     

    But in order to gain wisdom you have to listen to thee.

     

    But honestly I don’t think you understand what I mean.

     

    Because you over there flexing trying to get the honeys to see.

     

    So stop trying to inhale on that THC into your lungs.

     

    And try to absorb God’s word like a giant sponge.

     

    Instead of over there imitating a thug thinking its fun.

     

    But honestly that just mean that the world got you sprung.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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