Glory

[Hook: Lee Green] Eyes are a window Window to my heart Why do I see self, when I should see my Lord? All else is vanity Only one Hero Only one God The eyes of the people should be captured by you Lord All else is vanity [Verse 1: Boogalu] Adam's in my atoms That's the problem with my patterns Poison in my passions, possessive in my actions Fashion is what fashion is Just a face you put to mask the sin Yet my frame was fashioned in his, but demoralizing God's image inside me Sin is violent Imago Dei, used to be But my Lord, my Lord, excuse me I've been fiending for your job Promoting me, Steve Jobs That apple was my prized god Open and honest, Caging glory For my persona I want my name up on they lips Like Nostradamus or Madonna Glory is that common plunder A common sense Denominator Dominating all my wishes Just like Judas kisses or Lucifer Lusting his Nothing's his Praise due to the Godhead [Hook] [Verse 2: Boogalu] But there's Achan in our atoms That's the problem with our patterns Poison in our passions Possessive in our trappings But glory is what glory is It's foolishness to capture it Try again With a richer click Or a quicker pen A bigger name Or a slicker gem Still then It slips from your grasp in an ocean Of million other men turn ghosts and Sunk to the bottom with a gold chain Grabbing trophies Til' they hold fame Huh? But then it drowns them Never are we willing to uncrown men Uncrown men from our conscious It's obvious Every once of us Worshiping Every once of me Worshiping Like icons in my IV Like glory's in our memory For centuries Like antiques Self centered like a Selfie We all want that Siamese Image of a King Without disease Sinai in our psyches But glory is Never ours to keep But honestly... [Hook]