Morning Light

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MORNING LIGHT

[DARK SPIRITUAL WAR CHANT — under 4:00. Begin a cappella: gravelly bass-baritone, distant boots, floor-tom heartbeat, whispered men. No instrumental intro. Each return grows angrier. Keep verses clipped and transitions immediate. Final minute: thunderous choir, distorted drums, sub-bass and gospel lift. Hard ending.]

[INTRO — lone voice, breath between every line]
Everything you ever wanted.
Everything you ever need.
Your ghost had me forever haunted—
Now your ghost gon’ be afraid of me.

[WAR CHANT — lead calls; twenty men answer; boots enter]
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.)
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.)
Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child.
You don’t know nothin’
’bout that morning light.

[VERSE 1 — close-mic menace; drums stay sparse]
You thought you could keep on milkin’
every hand that ever fed you.
Opportunistic little parasite—
every open door misled you.

Roach-motel sleeper,
you crawl in, but you don’t leave.
Made a kingdom out of weakness
till you tried that shit with me.

Catch me outside, motherfucker—
bring that counterfeit pride.
I’ll give a whole new meaning
to red marks on your deadweight hide.

You mistook my grace for blindness.
You mistook my peace for fear.
You mistook the time I gave you
for permission to stay here.

[PRE-CHORUS — drums cut; crowd answers harder each time]
WHO LET YOU IN?
(I DID.)
WHO LET YOU FEED?
(I DID.)
WHO MADE YOU THINK
YOU HAD POWER OVER ME?
(I DID.)
And I can take it back
as easily.

[CHORUS — huge low choir; thunder crack; no melodic sweetness]
Dear Lord, come with the thunder.
Dear Lord, come with me tonight.
Dear Lord, come with the thunder—
shake the wrong loose from the right.

Before you ever come at me again,
better make your final thinking right.
Better be ready for your head to crack wide open
and let in some motherfuckin’ light.

[VERSE 2 — bass rises; restrained fury becomes command]
I ain’t scared of you disgraceful rats.
I ain’t scared of you disgraceful hoes.
I’m just scared of what you’re about to do
when the thing you worship folds.

When you find out what you called your power
wasn’t anything you owned—
wasn’t nothin’ but the part I played
while you sat there on my throne.

You were only ten feet tall
because I stayed down on my knees.
You were only breathing easy
because I let your sickness breathe.

Now I’m standing at my full height.
Now I’m calling back my name.
Now the ghost that kept me haunted
gets to learn how haunting tastes.

[WAR CHANT — faster; overlapping responses]
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.)
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.)
Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child.
You don’t know nothin’
’bout that morning light.

[VERSE 3 — music collapses to drone and heartbeat]
I know better than your lying-ass schemes.
I know better than your ten-cent lies.
I know better than to judge a man
already penciled into hell
before he reaches the end of the ride.

Don’t ask me no questions—
I promise I’ll tell you no lies.
Don’t ask the truth about my living
unless you’re prepared
for the truth about when you’ll die.

Not the hour.
Not the blade.
Not the grave beneath your feet.
I mean the moment your illusion dies
and leaves you face-to-face with me.

[BREAKDOWN — absolute silence between call and answer; each answer gains another voice]
YOU THOUGHT I WAS BROKEN.
(YOU WERE WRONG.)
YOU THOUGHT I WAS BEGGING.
(I WAS HOLDING ON.)
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWER.
(I LET YOU PRETEND.)
NOW THE MORNING IS COMING.
(AND THE NIGHT HAS AN END.)

[FINAL CHORUS — maximum force; thunder, choir and drums unite]
Dear Lord, come with the thunder.
Dear Lord, come with me tonight.
Dear Lord, come with the thunder—
shake the wrong loose from the right.

Before you ever come at me again,
better make your final thinking right.
Better be ready for your head to crack wide open
and let in that morning light.

[FINAL WAR CHANT — no pause; gang vocal nearly overwhelms lead]
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.)
Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers—
(RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.)
Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child.
You don’t know nothin’
’bout that morning light.

[OUTRO — all instruments vanish; original lone voice returns, lower and calm]
Everything you ever wanted.
Everything you ever need.
Your ghost had me forever haunted.

Now your ghost—
gon’ be—
afraid of me.

Now I pray for your ghost 
Before I go to sleep

Never know who sold it 
Who got sold 
Who just didn’t get it 
before shit got old

Now I pray for your ghost

Now I pray for your ghost 
Now I pray. 
[END — hard cut. No fade, no reprise, no instrumental tail.]

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MORNING LIGHT [DARK SPIRITUAL WAR CHANT — under 4:00. Begin a cappella: gravelly bass-baritone, distant boots, floor-tom heartbeat, whispered men. No instrumental intro. Each return grows angrier. Keep verses clipped and transitions immediate. Final minute: thunderous choir, distorted drums, sub-bass and gospel lift. Hard ending.] [INTRO — lone voice, breath between every line] Everything you ever wanted. Everything you ever need. Your ghost had me forever haunted— Now your ghost gon’ be afraid of me. [WAR CHANT — lead calls; twenty men answer; boots enter] Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.) Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.) Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child. You don’t know nothin’ ’bout that morning light. [VERSE 1 — close-mic menace; drums stay sparse] You thought you could keep on milkin’ every hand that ever fed you. Opportunistic little parasite— every open door misled you. Roach-motel sleeper, you crawl in, but you don’t leave. Made a kingdom out of weakness till you tried that shit with me. Catch me outside, motherfucker— bring that counterfeit pride. I’ll give a whole new meaning to red marks on your deadweight hide. You mistook my grace for blindness. You mistook my peace for fear. You mistook the time I gave you for permission to stay here. [PRE-CHORUS — drums cut; crowd answers harder each time] WHO LET YOU IN? (I DID.) WHO LET YOU FEED? (I DID.) WHO MADE YOU THINK YOU HAD POWER OVER ME? (I DID.) And I can take it back as easily. [CHORUS — huge low choir; thunder crack; no melodic sweetness] Dear Lord, come with the thunder. Dear Lord, come with me tonight. Dear Lord, come with the thunder— shake the wrong loose from the right. Before you ever come at me again, better make your final thinking right. Better be ready for your head to crack wide open and let in some motherfuckin’ light. [VERSE 2 — bass rises; restrained fury becomes command] I ain’t scared of you disgraceful rats. I ain’t scared of you disgraceful hoes. I’m just scared of what you’re about to do when the thing you worship folds. When you find out what you called your power wasn’t anything you owned— wasn’t nothin’ but the part I played while you sat there on my throne. You were only ten feet tall because I stayed down on my knees. You were only breathing easy because I let your sickness breathe. Now I’m standing at my full height. Now I’m calling back my name. Now the ghost that kept me haunted gets to learn how haunting tastes. [WAR CHANT — faster; overlapping responses] Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.) Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.) Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child. You don’t know nothin’ ’bout that morning light. [VERSE 3 — music collapses to drone and heartbeat] I know better than your lying-ass schemes. I know better than your ten-cent lies. I know better than to judge a man already penciled into hell before he reaches the end of the ride. Don’t ask me no questions— I promise I’ll tell you no lies. Don’t ask the truth about my living unless you’re prepared for the truth about when you’ll die. Not the hour. Not the blade. Not the grave beneath your feet. I mean the moment your illusion dies and leaves you face-to-face with me. [BREAKDOWN — absolute silence between call and answer; each answer gains another voice] YOU THOUGHT I WAS BROKEN. (YOU WERE WRONG.) YOU THOUGHT I WAS BEGGING. (I WAS HOLDING ON.) YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWER. (I LET YOU PRETEND.) NOW THE MORNING IS COMING. (AND THE NIGHT HAS AN END.) [FINAL CHORUS — maximum force; thunder, choir and drums unite] Dear Lord, come with the thunder. Dear Lord, come with me tonight. Dear Lord, come with the thunder— shake the wrong loose from the right. Before you ever come at me again, better make your final thinking right. Better be ready for your head to crack wide open and let in that morning light. [FINAL WAR CHANT — no pause; gang vocal nearly overwhelms lead] Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (GONNA RUN YOU OFF NOW.) Motherfuckin’ motherfuckers— (RUN YOU OFF INTO THE NIGHT.) Just wait till the dawn gets crackin’, child. You don’t know nothin’ ’bout that morning light. [OUTRO — all instruments vanish; original lone voice returns, lower and calm] Everything you ever wanted. Everything you ever need. Your ghost had me forever haunted. Now your ghost— gon’ be— afraid of me. Now your ghost— gon’ be— afraid of me. Now I pray for your ghost Before I go to sleep Never know who sold it Who got sold Who just didn’t get it before shit got old Now I pray for your ghost Now I pray for your ghost Now I pray. [END — hard cut. No fade, no reprise, no instrumental tail.]

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