Brer Rabbit - Wrestling Israel lyrics

[Verse 1: Brer Rabbit] Who knew God cheats when he's wrestling? I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at Him like suggestions don't spar him pressin' on me Here's a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I Keep throwing lefties 'til my right's all right Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him Don't do handouts; no I hand out concessions Sayin' "I ain't got nothin' but my hands. Clutch my treasure." A measure of a man is kindness Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is? My eyes are on the other side of minus If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I'm fine with Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise I wanna be Caesar, need a planet to rise with My feet are on the bodies these streets are golden lined with From many one the chosen ones not anyone can rise here [Hook (x2)] Put the book away, we fight today And the fires burning bright as flames There's a balm in Gilead There's a balm in Gilead [Verse 2: Jonny 5] I was never one to wanna throw away the laws More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross Dear Gods, please protect me from those who take you literally Pause, bless each motivation that contols me Please forgive me for every time I didn't really Reflect peace or at least provide a bitter release To those bitterly burned by your followers Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs Some of them know all the words but unaware of the Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus) P.S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you're a fan of us If not we can adjust. P.P.S. My God, why have you abandoned us? [Hook (x4)] Put the book away, we fight today And the fires burning bright as flames There's a balm in Gilead There's a balm in Gilead [Verse 3: Jonny 5 and Brer Rabbit] I try to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac Basilisk, lizard while I'm standing on a lilypad Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead There is a balm, there is a bomb in Gilead We put the balms in the side and the sides ah heal Put the balm to the side, insides reveal All the God talk rings hollow like a Glockenspiel Time for what might not be real So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling With faith and community, never stop wrestling With every god you worship, never stop wrestling Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are To divine your true prupose [Hook (x8)] Put the book away, we fight today And the fires burning bright as flames There's a balm in Gilead There's a balm in Gilead