Screen Door - Grits

On the opposite is everything really fine as wine

Looks can be deceiving as the evening winds down

Sublime sounds pierce the night air like the moonlight

Buffoons fight on the corner, territorial disputes erupting

Occasionally a pimp might slap a ho

Do I really desire to act a fool with these bros?

Uh — pros and cons are weighed, afraid but proceeding

Still, I pounce into the melee while my Savior’s eyes are bleeding

Something takes control, covers up the hole

Just so Cof won’t fall in, thank God 'cause I was all in

Good lookin' out to take time to save my soul

From this point forward, screen doors remain closed

In front of me is blockage, the shade stops the rays

From blinding my sight from the truth as I gaze

Amazing as it seems as I gaze through the glass

Appealing to my eye the other side reveals

The evil men do collecting loot in pursuit

Of happiness and peace for momentary release

Of pressure cooking brain cavity could it be

Conviction as my diction lashes fate

They eat from the plate of indecisiveness

Lost in the wilderness of pleasure, ignorant of the measure

Of judgment that lies when the end is here

And the end is near beware (I hear the steps of a thief)

I’m about to break you of a little taste of discipline

In its rarest form are you listening Christian men

For those who have the ear for conception of this statement

You’ll understand when I’m gone and through

Tell me why you stare instead of winning souls

Wasting precious time living on your own

Remember if you can my final thought imposed

I rebuke those who glare through the screen remaining closed