Sanctified Motion

Pfunk, Underground Hip Hop, Experimental funk, Oldschool Hip Hop, Heavy Bass, Abstract

She don’t flex in the flesh, stays blessed in the breeze,
Sun rays glaze skin like a prayer on her knees,
Steady breathin’ in the scriptures while the whispers in the streets,
Try to tell her chase the noise but she’s choosin’ her peace.
Never seekin’ a scene, stays serene in the storm,
Tested by the trial fires but she came out reborn,
Ain’t a pawn to the charm, no casino for luck,
Earn her wages with integrity, no need to be stuck.
See the soul glow, sisterly love, pure and simple,
Her embrace is like a hymn, not a trap in the temple,
When I mirror that affection, it’s familial, essential,
A brother to her backbone, respectin’ her credentials.
Witnessed her at her lowest, but that’s where the light showed,
Five-hour convos turn the night into a bright road,
Sleep well, wake blessed, sun crest, check the text:
“Did you pray today, love? Let’s keep the spirit in step.”
Meek yet a mountain, silent strength that astounds,
Listening like a leader when her people break down,
Outta love comes correction, direction like an arrow,
Slingin’ words from the gospels like her tongue was a sparrow.
Yes or no, no maybe flow, solid in conviction,
A rose without a throne, but her growth is never fiction.
Too busy digesting the Bread of Life to be clubbin’,
Feastin’ on the Word, while the world out here buggin’.
Heaven bound travels on this rugged little pathway,
Highways to Zion, while the lost hit the ashtray.
Seems tough sometimes but she know she ain’t alone,
Spirit in the cockpit, God flies the drone.
No slow romance, no panic mode antics,
Divine presence woven in her daily semantics.
Wherever she step, He already there, planted,
So she walk in the purpose, not the curse that was handed.
See I never trip on the flaws that she shed,
I see the root system deep where the rivers have bled.
Strong frame, scripture sewn tight in her spine,
Tearin’ up at sermons ‘cause they echo in her mind.
When conviction hit home, through the words of the preacher,
A God-given lesson make the everyday deeper.
Declaration daily, turn the vision into mission,
Thoughts into actions, no passive position.
Already a mother, got the nurture in her nature,
Her beauty in the selflessness, no need for any make-up.
Coordination queen, schedules like symphonies,
Sacrificin’ paychecks for the love of her ministries.
A beacon in the backdrop, still risin’ while she serve,
May the blessings rain constant, she get what she deserve.
Keep buildin’, keep goin’, keep the fire in your breath,
Let the Spirit keep movin’ ’til you step into His rest.

And I know that the narrow is bitter but better than livin’ in patterns of shadow,
Scatterin’ ladders to Heaven, she climbin’ the rungs while they fumble in shallow,
Battlin’ doubt with a prayer in the morning, she stormin’ the gates when the callin’ is audible,
Movin’ phenomenal, spiritual arsenal locked, and she walk like she conquerin’ chronicles.
Obstacle optical, fade to impossible, flipped to a possible, now it’s unstoppable,
Clockin’ in hours of faith over fear, got her glowin’ like rockets astronomical.
Fast with the prayer, blastin’ the snares of despair when they trap with the lies,
Faster than panic attacks in the atmosphere, runnin’ the laps of the wise.
Life in the flicker, the quicker she pray, the slicker she move through the fire and rain,
Twistin’ the limits, exhibit of livin’ deliberate, infinite love in her veins.
Glory to God, every breath that she got is a shot to the heart of the enemy,
Walkin’ the steps of divinity, swiftly she finish the race with serenity.

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She don’t flex in the flesh, stays blessed in the breeze, Sun rays glaze skin like a prayer on her knees, Steady breathin’ in the scriptures while the whispers in the streets, Try to tell her chase the noise but she’s choosin’ her peace. Never seekin’ a scene, stays serene in the storm, Tested by the trial fires but she came out reborn, Ain’t a pawn to the charm, no casino for luck, Earn her wages with integrity, no need to be stuck. See the soul glow, sisterly love, pure and simple, Her embrace is like a hymn, not a trap in the temple, When I mirror that affection, it’s familial, essential, A brother to her backbone, respectin’ her credentials. Witnessed her at her lowest, but that’s where the light showed, Five-hour convos turn the night into a bright road, Sleep well, wake blessed, sun crest, check the text: “Did you pray today, love? Let’s keep the spirit in step.” Meek yet a mountain, silent strength that astounds, Listening like a leader when her people break down, Outta love comes correction, direction like an arrow, Slingin’ words from the gospels like her tongue was a sparrow. Yes or no, no maybe flow, solid in conviction, A rose without a throne, but her growth is never fiction. Too busy digesting the Bread of Life to be clubbin’, Feastin’ on the Word, while the world out here buggin’. Heaven bound travels on this rugged little pathway, Highways to Zion, while the lost hit the ashtray. Seems tough sometimes but she know she ain’t alone, Spirit in the cockpit, God flies the drone. No slow romance, no panic mode antics, Divine presence woven in her daily semantics. Wherever she step, He already there, planted, So she walk in the purpose, not the curse that was handed. See I never trip on the flaws that she shed, I see the root system deep where the rivers have bled. Strong frame, scripture sewn tight in her spine, Tearin’ up at sermons ‘cause they echo in her mind. When conviction hit home, through the words of the preacher, A God-given lesson make the everyday deeper. Declaration daily, turn the vision into mission, Thoughts into actions, no passive position. Already a mother, got the nurture in her nature, Her beauty in the selflessness, no need for any make-up. Coordination queen, schedules like symphonies, Sacrificin’ paychecks for the love of her ministries. A beacon in the backdrop, still risin’ while she serve, May the blessings rain constant, she get what she deserve. Keep buildin’, keep goin’, keep the fire in your breath, Let the Spirit keep movin’ ’til you step into His rest. And I know that the narrow is bitter but better than livin’ in patterns of shadow, Scatterin’ ladders to Heaven, she climbin’ the rungs while they fumble in shallow, Battlin’ doubt with a prayer in the morning, she stormin’ the gates when the callin’ is audible, Movin’ phenomenal, spiritual arsenal locked, and she walk like she conquerin’ chronicles. Obstacle optical, fade to impossible, flipped to a possible, now it’s unstoppable, Clockin’ in hours of faith over fear, got her glowin’ like rockets astronomical. Fast with the prayer, blastin’ the snares of despair when they trap with the lies, Faster than panic attacks in the atmosphere, runnin’ the laps of the wise. Life in the flicker, the quicker she pray, the slicker she move through the fire and rain, Twistin’ the limits, exhibit of livin’ deliberate, infinite love in her veins. Glory to God, every breath that she got is a shot to the heart of the enemy, Walkin’ the steps of divinity, swiftly she finish the race with serenity.

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