When I get into my zone, my wife just doesn’t understand me.
It’s like she thinks I’m day-dreaming or living in a fantasy.
But this is no hobby. I’m trying to build a legacy .
To add prosperity to my whole AF-family.
A God centered reality- a calling to my destiny…
“To help up-lift the integrity of a lost black community.”.
But she would have me to be content
to turn up the furnace and close the vent.
Work a nine to five and though I’m not adverse
to making my family first.
But God’s will for me I can’t rehearse.
Cause though I know I’ve been called… she didn’t hear it first.
And when I do what he tells me… she won’t feel it, at first.
Her vision’s blurred and she can’t clear it. Seek Ye first…
And I walk in the flesh I pray to move in the spirit…
Lord, You first.
Lord guide me in a way that she will realize that
The influence I follow is not seen by physical eyes.
Yeah, I know I’m married and I have to compromise.
But in the bondage of the commonplace my dreams all die.
But it seems she’d have me boiling macaroni,baking the chicken.
Emptying the trash and fixing the fan in the kitchen.
Take the car to the shop. hurry back, don’t stop, don’t stop.
The living room’s floor filthy. By the way we need a new mop.
You know the roof is still leaking…you must of missed a spot.
Yeah, I know there’s a spot I didn’t get to fix.
I was working on it when you gave me a shopping list.
You said all my clothes were dirty, the machines on the blink.
And now it’s my fault the whole basement stinks.
Like a chicken with no head I’m running round and round
trying to make my wife happy and keep her nagging down.
It seems I can’t win. I know the enemy is working
Every time I take a breath something else is broken.
And when a little peace I find…soon she’ll start provoking …
well, what about … or why don’t you …something negative is spoken
When I try to hold on to the little peace I found,
It’s like the bell is sounded signaling the first round.
She starts jabbing my frustrations and punching accusations
As l block I get defensive with denial and resistance.
An upper cut from way back…she had to bring up the past.
I’m dazed for a minute cause my thoughts not moving that fast.
I’m ducking and dodging, weaving through the ring.
Trying to remember what started this…
oh, yeah, I wanted to sing.
I was sitting in his glory enjoying God’s grace.
When the enemy (dressed like my wife).
Came up and slapped me in the face.
Now I battling against my wife in the flesh.
But I know it’s not her …she’s under duress.
With so much stress,she’s a mess.
She can’t perceive how she’s blessed.
So I can’t strike back, my anger would be misplaced.
And I could become the defendant of a domestic case.
So I keep your love in front of me. I feel your love is guiding me.
To take in stride, adversity and write it down poetically.
spell it out dramatically, devil get thee behind me.
I’m not gonna let you get…get the best of me.
For. the Lord is my Sheppard and I shall not want…
To perpetuate the evil that’s in this place.
So I turn the other cheek and return to sitting in grace.
My joy in the Lords love for me will never be erased.