Song parody of
Light Work
by Dom Jones
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These thoughts are parallel to light
Body's that of a prism
Reflection's in the temple
I pray that that doesn't miss them
We walk the same terrain
Feel the same sun when it's risen
Nothing in this natural replicates our division
Preparation is wisdom
Plant harvest for the little ones
In the ghettos we live
Skin darker so we're taught
About birds, bees, and the prisons
Keep donor off your license
The feds clocking yo liver
Shivers running down yo spine
Yo life matching these rhymes
Ain't even have to name ya
But nothing here is sublime
See plants giggling
Judging the way we're living
Cause nothing in this natural
Replicates our division
Got ta monitor what ya giving
May be poison in the bread
Though you gave with the right intentions
Hidden agendas will go unmentioned
But this silence has a voice
Takes discipline just to listen
May have cried myself a river
Sent my soul on a journey
Let my inner compass guide
My potential and my discernment
Never quiver when rowing against the current
Just cast away the pain and felt the true me emerging
A suited vessel I've made me a place of worship
Receive this higher learning
When moving inside my purpose
Submerged in me hope to bring he all to the surface
Once I'm out of view just know that I'm light working
What is life be sure to address it proper
Might've spent about an hour
Dissolving these mental constructs
Praising objects, look at the way it got us
Nothing lasts forever outside of the highest power
At times I marvel beholding all that we've sculpted
With what we've been afforded
My God is the greatest boaster
In ancient lands they tormented the chosen
I just relay the message they treat me as if I wrote it
My lips are parted as sure as the sea he quoted
High tides throughout the night
He's trying to pull us closer
We know these waters as sure as Moses and Noah
Our culture's that of agri
And maybe he's trying to grow us
From tossed in seas
Throwing this dirt on me
Hosing me, dangled from ropes in trees
Childish part of me
May have to pardon me!
Our blood is in this soil
So maybe we are like seeds
These thoughts are parallel to light
Body's that of a prism
Reflection's in the temple
I pray that that doesn't miss them
We walk the same terrain
Feel the same sun when it's risen
Nothing in this natural replicates our division
Preparation is wisdom
Plant harvest for the little ones
In the ghettos we live
Skin darker so we're taught
About birds, bees, and the prisons
Keep donor off your license
The feds clocking yo liver
Shivers running down yo spine
Yo life matching these rhymes
Ain't even have to name ya
But nothing here is sublime
See plants giggling
Judging the way we're living
Cause nothing in this natural
Replicates our division
Got ta monitor what ya giving
May be poison in the bread
Though you gave with the right intentions
Hidden agendas will go unmentioned
But this silence has a voice
Takes discipline just to listen
May have cried myself a river
Sent my soul on a journey
Let my inner compass guide
My potential and my discernment
Never quiver when rowing against the current
Just cast away the pain and felt the true me emerging
A suited vessel I've made me a place of worship
Receive this higher learning
When moving inside my purpose
Submerged in me hope to bring he all to the surface
Once I'm out of view just know that I'm light working
What is life be sure to address it proper
Might've spent about an hour
Dissolving these mental constructs
Praising objects, look at the way it got us
Nothing lasts forever outside of the highest power
At times I marvel beholding all that we've sculpted
With what we've been afforded
My God is the greatest boaster
In ancient lands they tormented the chosen
I just relay the message they treat me as if I wrote it
My lips are parted as sure as the sea he quoted
High tides throughout the night
He's trying to pull us closer
We know these waters as sure as Moses and Noah
Our culture's that of agri
And maybe he's trying to grow us
From tossed in seas
Throwing this dirt on me
Hosing me, dangled from ropes in trees
Childish part of me
May have to pardon me!
Our blood is in this soil
So maybe we are like seeds
