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stylus (raymond mowla) - the chosen few كلمات الأغنية

slowly comin’ out the darkness
yea it’s been a process

looking on the path of my past and i think often

if i was the type who use to drown in my regrets
then i’d still be on that hennessey too wasted for the track

but i’m changing up the vibe
renewal of the mind
no longer on them patterns _ now i draw outside the lines
now i’m living with a purpose _ mediocrity can die!
i ain’t gotta say i’m fly _ you can see me in the sky

if you see me through the smoke
them fake highs are a joke
a counterfeit at most _
that’s why you runnin’ back for mo’

a void that’s never filled up by the liquor that you pour
you could laugh but yo i cry at how the system’s got you broke

i ain’t talking bout cha dough
i’m alluding to ya soul
if you understand the depths of what i’m spittin’ you would choke

i’m not a stranger – i’m ya bro!
not an enemy or foe
i’ve been praying for ya best that’s why this cup now overflows

it’s been rising and it’s deep

erupts in forms of speech
so now i’m speaking to the streets to let em know his grace is free
don’t need to take it straight from me

read up and check the past
and you’ll see how all of history’s been guided by my dad

no assumptions _ these are facts
right back to days of acts
if the metaphor’s alluding you it’s time fill the cracks

‘fore ya walls come crumbling in
left dyin’ inside ya sin
then you wonderin’ forever why you wouldn’t let it in

i am a messenger of him
and yes he chose the worst
so when you look at me you all could see the depths of loving mercy

so, yes! he thinks you’re worth it
knowing that we’re imperfect
to think that what he showed you’ll never know is what would hurt him

we’re given freedom _ so really _ the choice is ours
but we’re not free men _ if free means living in bars

i’ve got an army of soldiers to break you out
bow humbly to my commander or die any other route

we live in dark days where lights burn only a’ fl!cker
where church and state are rightly drawn in a similar picture
but what if truth is really found inside a person?
the spirit of the living god _ worthy of all our worship!

we’d have to rethink _ what it is _ that we think we’re resistin’
and get some better arguments for this god that we’re dissin’
‘
cause when i checked it out _ most arguments are lies
nonsensical attempts to cut cha power source to rise

i’m tryna give you back the vision for ya eyes
’cause many who claimed to see are the ones who are truly blind

our god alone can cause the lifeless soul to live _
he didn’t need us _ though he chose us _ the plan was sovereignly his

he showed us mercy for the ones who sense their need of mercy
he gave forgiveness to the ones who felt the most unworthy
and now he’s reaching out his arms through me to you

in a lyrical exposition _ directin’ you to the truth

i humbly serve him _ and praise him with a salute
may a sense of all of his wonder be present in all you do
and don’t forget this little nugget left for you
‘the called’ _ always been many;

‘the chosen’ – only a few…

- stylus raymond mowla

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