Cleaning Time Video (MV)

I'm such a baby
I'm calling my house a crib
Lack of appreciation
Is much easier to give
Look at my mindset
I keep using the same excuse
Mentally off the tree
But I don't understand the noose
If my neck
And your neck is the same
We should exchange
I believe if we
Keep it the same
It never changes
But the more things change
The more they stay the same
Is what they saying
So let's explore
The force behind the strange
Sure
Is it a war
Or some kind of false battle
I
Feel like a prop
And all police are crooked cops
Why
They want to pop me
That's exactly why they watch me
Or
Is it my mindset is just a carbon copy
Or
Am I playing into
What's apart of the plan
More glory for the lamb
Is my demise
The demand
Am I
The stock that my social
Really says
Does this modern day society
Really give me an edge
Am I supposed to be
Excited for politics or violence
Should I glory
In the truth about the church
And all it's silence
Look at the black man
And his big black beard
Your a victim of
White supremacy
And nobody cares
Yeah
What ever is repeated
You believe
Let's apply the same
Principles to truth
And receive it
Oh
I'm sorry
Might've said the wrong thing
Guess I'm preaching
To the choir
So go head
And let them sing
It's cleaning time
Father for give
I know it's strange
I want the darkness
In my heart to live
I'm playing games
The art of being parked
In the crib
In the name
I'm rebuking every demon
It's time for my
Spring cleaning
Father for give
I know it's strange
I want the darkness
In my heart to live
I'm playing games
The art of being parked
In the crib
In the name
I'm rebuking every demon
It's time for my
Spring cleaning
I said
A yo
Can I be
Straight with you
I'm holding on
To parts of me
That I know
If I let go it'll
Manifest a darker me
But who am I
That a king would even
Think of me so
Chasing his delight
Will give me
Everything I think to dream
My hearts desires
Are acquired
By my appetite
For righteous and light
So I write
That's how
I fight for this
It's like a fist
You and me
And the entity
This everlasting peace
Will go to war
For the meek to speak
There's a need for teaching
More than ever
More than pleasure
Do
Not forget what's real
In that field
Your the treasure
Sure
Ruach my elohim still
Living for my king is real
I got my studies up
To supplement the time I'm not Spending with the son enough
Focus on his will cause
Really that's the one he wants
For hopelessness I feel
It's rough
So glad he keeping me
Like TV shows in season 3
I like to past time
In places where his face I'm
Able to practice patience
Cause he's gracious
If I'm not mistaken
All my cake is where my faith is
We offer tidings
Come out of hiding
And put your light up on high beams
The evil one is wicked
He might convince you
To try things
Salute
Father for give
I know it's strange
I want the darkness
In my heart to live
I'm playing games
The art of being parked
In the crib
In the name
I'm rebuking every demon
It's time for my
Spring cleaning
I said