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the tension
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Hip-Hop/Rap
the tension was released on July 26, 2024 by 356247 as a part of the album good company
album cover
Release DateJuly 26, 2024
Label356247
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Frank Norton III
Robert Frank Norton III
Songwriter

Lyrics

Passion in my pockets where my pennies should be.
What they selling is cheap so I’m buying that this freedom is free.
I been becoming me, I see when Jesus taking the lead.
With purpose I bleed, and rise like dough when under the heat.
Defeat is a never,
You can’t reattach what is severed.
What’s bringing you pleasure,
can tell you where you’ree stacking your treasure.
When storm is your weather, know that it gets worse ‘fore it’s better.
Im penning these letters with prayers they can aid your endeavors.
His clever benevolence, tasted and wrestled with.
Still wrestling.
Touched my side, then he crushed my side, and told me I’m blessed within.
Receive a Christian platitude with gratitude.
But in the saddest news, our living doesn’t add up to,
The beatitudes.
Catch me in the catacombs, chiefing like they Pat Mahomes.
Catching bullets, tackle foes, running plays, defending zones.
The field got him doing football numbers he only half as grown.
He was acting grown.
Cuz I rap with the spirit of the holy one!
I seen him give a breathe when overdosing off of opium.
His word inside my chest, I choose to take it past the podium.
I’m acting like you told me sum, to live as light and sodium.
I wanna do this, but I don’t wanna do this.
My sin is ruthless.
Start resembling Judas.
And these, Idle hands throwing punches at prudence.
Just cuz you rise don’t mean the fall ain’t leave bruises.
Okay yall look at my clueless.
You ever hear the sermon in the mount?
Ever relapse into sin, then catch him grin, and come thou fount?
Of every blessing in the heavens, in the depths of my depression.
Where your presence is my weapon,
Father, find me in the tension.
And refine me in the testing. Holy Spirit when im quenching,
Please remind me where you’re resting, cuz sometimes I be forgetting.
I’m invited to the wedding where the wine and where the bread is.
The divine is what I step in
Cuz I died, resurrected, and ascended.
I know this a season where I’m grieving and lamenting.
When you’re faced with death, your every breathe is filled with questions.
Are you really present? And is resurrection destined?
I notice as I press in prayer becomes my weapon.
From the west end, you still my baby.
Who you call on, when you far gone, and your mind go crazy?
Come and discover rest, like a man who discovers gold.
Let him pick the lock to your chest,
He’s the treasure, come and behold.
And it was so.
Written by: Robert Frank Norton III
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