Corinthians III

[Intro: Erykah Badu]

This bitter land

Watered with my soul

The fruit it bears

Leaves me so cold

This bitter land

Does nothing for love

This bitter land

Brings pain from above, oh-oh

 

To truly start this off, at first I must acknowledge

I may be a follower of God but even I'm for the scorning

Every morning I wake up a sinner

My heart spread apart to pay penance with my organs

I'm forever blessed to curse, get forgiveness for my urge

Jesus paid with his blood and I spend it like a purse

Forgetful of the promises I made through the pledge of my words

God forgive me...

I have so many people trying to discredit me

I should be better, but nonetheless I sink ever deep

Into the mouth of my ego but a man seeks what he dreams

And I dream of better things than I have

But waste not, want not, try to be a better man

Less bitter, but that's like seeking disaster

'Cos I can never come to terms with my shortfalls

I tread upon an Earth deserved of much more

Much less a man submerged in a tug-war...

Blood is thicker than water

We live in dark times where good is more infrequent than war is

To a point where the Dawn brings misery

Dusk breaks open the abyss

The light and dark are blemished in this symmetry

Heads hit pillows to only think of what the Dawn brings with it, see

Truth hurts and often it cuts like a knife

Robert Frost - In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life

..."It goes on"

No matter what tribulations come

Whatever storm has drawn

With God's will, we go on...

And in God we trust

Faith in a father

Not many things are as great or as marvelous

The child in us often grows weak

Can't stand on my own feet, I retreat into the darkness

Even fewer songs are so sweet as a mother's to tempt me to be a part of it

And self-acceptance is like a mountain trek

That I can't join but I watch everyone else's venture

To the top, my eyes spread the line

My mind just takes them as my canaries in the mine

Selfish thoughts hope that they fall to join me once more in despise

Of ourselves in this never-ending Hell

Is life this bad or am I just condemning this to myself

...It's a bitter land made only for bitter men

Mountain tops were destined for better men

Aware of themselves and accepted whatever hand

They were dealt in this...

 

[Verse 2: Erykah Badu]

This bitter land is far too real

This bitter land, it does not heal

Cause in the land skies are grey

But we fight the storms that come our way

A boy who strives to be a man

Must push to lead with all he can

Oh, this bitter land

Oh, bitter land

Oh, oh, oh, oooh

This bitter land, can't stop my fight

This bitter land