A sixth day ,perfect hand work of Yahweh,
                                is a game for another Adam,
                men,turn their lands into blood banks,but i pray
   mankind lost through,the acts of evil men ,be received in the bosoms of      
                                             Abraham
        
                       wicked, heartless, evil, unscrupulous,unforgiving
                           is what they prefer to be called,soulless beings
                                       3D characters of call of duty
                                humanity enslaves its self with hypocrisy


                          knifes,guns,tanks, table set,they feast over human
                               a dinner of no conscience and and of no guilt
                                        even with cry  a for freedom

the lord is ma Shepperd,i shall not want,with the wanting s of my heart, i pour out ma thanks
Jehovah Shalom i worship You cos ,You filling up to the brim ma blessing tanks
Lord i feel like am drifting,but there is no need for speed ,Father be my brakes,
worthy,but unworthy actions,Jehovah,help me help ma mates
Precious Lord,am loosening earthly blessing from heaven,hmmmn Papa,for your love sakes

want ma life to manifest Your greatness,with no shortcuts to heaven,cos life be some way be
onto genesis ,but am in love with You being solo and three oo Nyame Obotantim
******* the tricks of life but Lord You are able,some call Your works crazy
Baba ,Alpha and Omega You Who calls Himself the vine and we d branches
more dead branches growing out of You but Your love handles us carefully
gives us time and watches us ,to change clockwise to Him,but opposite is humanity

twisted our minds around with vanity of money,like crowns of thorns exposing our thoughts of corruption

Lord ,Your children fight  for power,with out work done only wasting time ,baseless equation
i am an imperfect vessel,getting molded by Your words ,i need salvation

Your works are amazing ,with the graces saving wretch s like us
am humbled ,Nana Nyankopong,Your creations are as perfect as You are,Jesus
pouring out d desires of ma  heart is a waste of time ,Abba You Who knew me b4 i was born
surely goodness and mercies shall follow me all d days of ma life and i
coby and my family and friends and enemies will continue to dwell in Your house ,4 ever and ever
                                                                        AMEN

cant even sleep,I've got thoughts running through ma head, like a whole streak of, disarranged bits
can't even think straight ,thinking so hard to even write this lyrics
unusual of me even with inspiration
feel like am writing my own story but emptying ma soul
it's like am living the lives of other people with ma self gazing from afar

locked up ,but i Django,in the jungle of my cross puzzled mind
like a twisted crown of thorns of Jesus ,suppressing my salvation
mi casa es su casa ,but am treated like a mutating tenant.

The world crumpling ,rumbling in ma mind ,high tidal waves
washing every happy memory i can find
don't mess with me cos you get smoked out by my troubles
loki divine ,misinterpreted,interlocked,inter-coined.
soulless lyrics only the dead can decipher

knowledge of the so called wise men is stupidity before God
so you see the world is ruled by stupid precepts ,so i free my mind
we don't make mistakes,but  i say we took and mistook opportunities
okay i feel like am writing a story ,no but an advice ,not love ,
neither hate ,not fiction or non fiction but i think its your to decide

parasites,scavengers,but self proclaimed friends
                             came during harvest, ****** to the ends
                  green turned brown,soil begging for mercies of fertility
                               before you is their fiction and unreality
                            behind you is the mirror of these parasites
                    
                               detest success ,enslaved by hypocrisy
                                              in love with mediocrity
                                i call them vampires,knowledge thirsty
                                   smiles like summer,cold as winter
                           keeping eyes on you till you freeze,pretender

                        pots are empty ,and they become inspiration
                          playwright ,narrating their stories,the motions
                                              silence is golden
                     eyes fixed on fate like it fits in the socket,wondering
                            when the storm will pass,and we will be
                                              APEX PREDATORS