Solomon’s Porch

[Verse 1:]
This one for the victims, it takes one to fix one
Yeah, I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
Hezekiah on his deathbed
Sick and dyin', we reclinin' like we rested
I'm sick of lyin' like we livin', thinkin' livin' is for liars
Men and women swtichin' genders in the choirs
I saw you at the riots
They burnin' Bibles in the streets, you was addin' to the fire
Like, no justice, no peace
Where there is no judgment there is no king
So who can find us in these flesh and blood fighters
When unseen war got the giants?
Oh, my
Osiris got the rappers co-signin'
But that old wrecked cross still standin' to unite us
Sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
So tell me what that feel like
The mothers of the church said holiness is still, right?
The mothers of the church said this real life
I'm burnin' effigy, celebratin' the death of me
The lack of party favors is illustration necessity
Roses fallin', what's left of me
Reflections come silently
Settle in the darkness like you can't stand the sight of me
Thinkin' 'bout the worst things first
I been tryna keep it first things first
But every time I think about it I be in the way
And every time I want it all God be in the way
See I'ma fail you soon, born into my fallen nature
Second day of June calisthenics in my tomb
Thinkin' I was stronger than I was
But I'm starin' at my unbelief my Psalm was 51
I run away from Absalom, words from a vagabond
Cain in the desert, see my curse is like a cattle prod
And ain't nobody hidin', I left this all behind me
But I'll be in the way, yeah, I'll be in the way
You can find me walkin' on my own
Never said I ever felt alone
Guess I gotta learn like I always do
I guess I gotta learn like I always do

[Bridge:]
The teachers and the judges tryna keep us on our crutches
Until we fall hard enough to finally discover
Somebody gotta carry us home
Somebody gotta carry us home
Somebody gotta carry us home
Somebody gotta carry us home

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
So who been takin' the medicine?
And say that I gotta speak on the president
Or they say you apathetic and take your silence as evidence
Maybe I'm just prayin' like the saints did for Peter
The angel gave him freedom while we criticizin' leaders
There's panic in the streets when they passin' legislation
And people stay in pockets like it's back to segregation
And four years ago we was chasin' Joseph Kony
But the people makin' movies really made off with the money
And I ain't never met John Calvin
But I don't need to fight for equal housin'
Yeah, is that indictment or a rumor? The cancer or the tumor?
A generation turnin' from the voice of Baby Boomers
It's like bein' sober, so painful that Christian's takin' shots from the cooler
You can find me on my own way
Like it's listenin' to Hillsong, like listenin' to Coldplay
Maybe that's the carnal view, welcome to the carnival
Stay between the lines and it's welcome to the marginal
And I just wanna hear, "Well done"
Said, I just wanna hear, "Well done"
But it's Jesus that He's pleased in and so it's Jesus in these weak limbs
Yeah, you see Jesus in these wheat Timbs, think I hit my stride
You look me in my eyes, see the hits to my pride
You look up in my eyes like I'm waivn' goodbye
Somehow it's like you lookin' at me fly

[Outro:]
Fly like somebody gotta carry us home
Somebody gotta carry us home
Look, the teachers and the judges tryna strip us of our crutches
'Til we fall hard enough to finally discover
Somebody came to carry us home, yeah