Blue Scholars - Burnt Offering lyrics

I don't know what to write, oh well, yo

I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
That I'll honestly pursue the crooked
Path of the conscious
Not just another body in the
Battle for the soul
Never sold self for it's weight
In platinum and gold but
Man we're getting grown
Wisdom got us thinking in the
Interest of our children
Even if they ain't been given their flesh
Their bones, their homes or their names yet
I'm aiming for the change in
My pocket for the payback
The change augmented by the
Government to nothing
The change of a whirlwind unraveling the
Coming of that next shit
I can't wait but when it comes, shit
It better be worth the shit that
I paid most my life with
It's nice when it rains sometimes
Cleansing minds in my habitat
Imagine that I'm digging to find
What was hidden by the myth of
A god up in the sky
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming
I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from
The tired and the true
I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do

Way back I used to call upon the Father often
I fought the devil last night
And almost lost –
Now I'm drinking bottled water
Flushing out the toxins
Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the
Coffin than I ever had
Every morning that I arrive is
A night that I survive
Just to be alive, sipping chai
Listening to my favorite DJ
Communicate the music
What my rhymes would say
If they were written with a needle
To the groove of a paper
Stylus to papyrus, record to the player
It's more than just therapy
Or excessive energy
I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
Redesigned, redefined what it meant
To be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming
I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from
The tired and the true
I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do

Our Father my art is Heaven, hollow be
The drums beating me and
My tongue into submission
I can hardly speak breathing
This indelible high
From an endless supply of Godspeed
And I need a brand new prayer to read
Seems the old ones grew tons of
Mold cause they're narrow as hell
Sometimes they be thinking that
This heaven's for sale worse than that
They still think God is a male
But Moms used to hang up
Pictures of white Jesus
Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
I began to question this Father Almighty
Made in His image but don't
Look nothing like me
But we be the children of the most high
Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming
I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from
The tired and the true
I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do

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The least that I can do
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The least that I can do
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The least that I can do
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Give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
I give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
Give thanks to the most
The least that I can do
The least that I can do