Rolling the hill of my tounge on my fingertips

Hey Montana!

How ya doin?

I am doing ok. 

Business streaks my skies

My skies refresh my mind

Low and behold

The more that I'm told

The more knowledge I hold

And the more knowledge I hold the more engagement is required

For me to be wired

And not to let

My mind just set

In a restless state

Of deliberate emotions with up-tempo heart rate

And flaring of hands

In close-eyed stances and really good bands

Reality is what I seek

Yet the more I learn the less my heart seems to know

As the Meek’s being dwells in the ring

Fighting for the connection that the unaware fakers know not of 

What is it for that I sing

Are the motions of obedience going to progress 

Is the flesh I'm consumed with ever to become less

Have the moments of joy come from earthly toil

Is the country that I live in blinding me with spoils

I sought the lust of this age in a time before now

Where the deeds and the looks and the words showed me how

I chased the wind

I ran for miles on end

I was there for the ride

I was swimming in an ocean of my selfish pride

To gulp for air my lungs so desperately distraught

Could not forget what's not forgot

And I came to place where feelings and experience collide

Where a milk drinking baby found out meat was not what the world had to provide

A beautiful place of realized realization

The Lord brought the baby to the baby changing station

Cleaned him up and threw that poop away.

The thing that is misjudged is the time and the day.

For this was no recent reaction

Done by a reactive hero in the heat of his crime fighting action

And this is no tale of a the farmer or the dale

Most certainly not a rhyme for the peak of the time.

But this is a covenant, a promise kept

From the God over time itself who's Son at Gethsemane wept

Cried out to God Himself as dripping blood he sweat

For the union that had never been broken was about to break the chains of infinity’s sin's away

For the moment I talk about was a moment on that monumentous day

Not a word or a notion could ever even begin to relay

The power in the meaning of His final cry... "Tatalaste" 

-Kileab