Lights on, crowd cheering,
Angry eyes, devil staring,
Murky skies, stormy weather,
He’s throwing punches like Floyd Mayweather.
He brought pain, and I cried,
People asked if I was fine and I lied.
Been through the world like a thread through a needle,
And that got my heart playing a gloomy glissando with life’s fiddle.
I felt hated and that was his biggest weapon.
Yes, I felt hated and that was his biggest weapon,
And that got my heart playing a murky glissando with life’s fiddle,
Been through the world like a thread through a needle.
I absorbed the issues of life like a dirty sponge,
Then Jesus came along and told me my thinking was all wrong,
I was loved and I had a purpose.
My mental architects built a weak foundation like George Foreman,
I was collapsing under the weight of his taunts like a Madman.
Flood lights in my eyes,
Rain drops falling to wash away my sins.
I smelt my blood, sweat and tears, as I lay down reminiscing on my wasted years.
Great cloud of witnesses shouting “Ali Bomaye!”
I rose to my knees and heard “Oseye!”
I almost oded on the devil’s punches,
But then Jesus spoke Life into my lungs and I understood it all,
The fight wasn’t about me, No! It was all about you.