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Propaganda

Genres: Pop

Made Straight Lyrics - Propaganda

So self-sufficiency dies hard, right? 

But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes 

May we step into the fray like "I got something to say" 

May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority 

Just a walking stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear 

May we have a faith birthed out of a revelation of promise 

A reflex caused by what you know to be true of God 

Life is not a comic book 

There are no perfect victims or villains, just us 

We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers 

Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it 

May I stand in the belly of what Babylon is biting 

In the vein of the best metaphor of what love exists for 

May my legacy be permanently associated with those hated 

An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks 

May we be crooked champions 

And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope alone 

Resurrection shows that this land is not our home 

We are sojourners living out what a past action bought us 

With the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us 

All of creation groaning, labor aches and pains 

Like the crushing of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings 

My crooked soul covered in blood stains 

Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of cancer 

If I could bottle the feeling where every morning's a blessing 

'Cause every breath could be your last one man, that's the answer 

Be patient with one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short 

Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought forth 

Christ the hope of glory sealed our eternity 

Purchased permanently, by only Him worthy 

But my mouth has yet to catch up with what my heart knows 

And my heart is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary 

There's no plaques on my wall 

'Cept the influence I had on those with plaques on they wall 

It could leave a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?" 

And a lower me is leaning towards an attitude beneath me 

And I am just like them, a systemic participant 

Longing for escape and hoping in salvation 

Yeah, hoping in salvation 

Waiting for the day He make the crooked way straight 

 

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We march on a crooked road 

And we raise our eyes 

And we raise our eyes 

Justice is going to roll 

Like a river wide 

Like a river wide 

 

Glorious state of our soul's gentrification 

But the purchaser ain't put us out, he paid all our mortgages 

And repaved the streets and found homes for the orphans 

Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum lord 

Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never come lord 

And we all believed him and took matters into our own hands 

And made a filthy mess of our own homelands 

And crimes of survival, they were proof of a flawed system 

And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating little hearts 

But the hope of trans-cultural love and acceptance 

That erased racism and sexism, the blessed 

Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't like them 

And they not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] among us 

The already but not yet, so we look for it with joy and anticipation 

For when the time keeper comes soon and make the crooked way straight 

 

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We march on a crooked road 

And we raise our eyes 

And we raise our eyes 

Justice is going to roll 

Like a river wide 

Like a river wide 

 

I'm really starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm getting older 

I've started to notice I'm becoming more introverted 

Tryna declutter 

Finding I don't need a lot of stimulus to get me over 

And you can turn the track down 

I like it when the level's even in my head 

Sometimes I find the volume is peaking in my brain 

Stays in the red and it's not sustainable 

Help me to remember peace of mind 

Despite what would be happening 

And hold on to the quiet 

Remember the quiet 

Help me remember the quiet 

Remember the quiet 

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Artist: Sebadoh