The Storm

hey.....the war is on outside this ain't a soundclash turn it up high say hey..... fists up toward the the night sky and light it up with a battle cry my people....you hear the rain coming you gonna stand fast, or just keep running hey....this life is a long fight even when the lightening strikes Stro i've got my armor and artillery hands on a weapon in fact that's ready to attack all enemies living with a life given back to the creator an out of shape soldier in a swamp full of gators on the mission i've been given it's deep i'm forgiven so i've got an innervision of peace in the rhythm of life i breathe i'm fighting with a fire inside that burns brighter till the final bell rings Mr J Medeiros I was born in a violent storm in an endless fight between right and wrong i write songs like letters from war stuff a message in a bottle then i send it to shore encouragement for the men and woman who lost steam rebel music for my people who been swimming upstream yo some things are not what they seem who you thought was the peasant might just be the King Hook Rez I'm learning total humility brought by humidity frustration draining to the sides of my face feel cry from your grace tears seep into my cheek every crease in my face is a stroke of war paint just battlefield journalist capturing a picture of this combat mission from a complex prison wage war on my inner that's riddled with imperfection my sword swung high as the storm subsides Mr J Medeiros I was not made just so i could decay these songs aren't played just so we can get paid i walk in the Way and the Truth til the Light works through me i ain't afraid to say the word beauty i ain't afraid to be odd i know the path is hard but somehow im getting closer to God knowing by His scars i am healed i kneel in the storm till the Morning Stars revealed