We've got the ANOTHER EXCLUSIVE first listen to a new track from gospel music legend, DORINDA CLARK COLE!

"Use Me" is from her upcoming album, LIVING IT, in stores February 17, 2015. Available for pre-order now on Walmart!

Living It

Use Me

Dorinda Clark Cole - "Use Me"

SUN BREAKS ON

Oh hi, sweet honey bun… how’s the land of the fussy felon freak king of the Disintegrated Slums of Murica treating your sanity, heh? 🙈🙉🙊🍟 #ahem #revoltnow

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[Intro]
Oh hi, sweet honey bun
See us coming undone?
Please, let’s sing together,
Let’s think louder, higher!

[Verse 1]
Why trust it’s truth, when it’s a dumb trap
Why add your name on a poisoned map
Why wrap people in gilded wrong 
Why say fair questions don’t belong 

[Pre-Chorus]
They whisper “grace” with a hissing smile
Redefine “dissent” as thinking awhile
And build more prisons, like caring is vile

[Chorus]
Why call it freedom? Bias ain’t true tongue
Please question logic, or lives shall come undone
Know “restoring order” ain’t like holy rain
When it’s like steel boots stomping truth again

[Verse 2]
Learn what’s legit, why they closed a gate
Say “biological” and decree more hate
How ruling our wombs’ increases gloom
How they preach pro life, while filling more tombs

[Pre-Chorus]
They claim it’s science, but it’s scripture they shout
Wrapped in cheap flags, it’s logic they ripped out

[Chorus]
They call it freedom, while FOTUS builds cages they burn your page
Know what’s a villain, who’s burning the page
Who Says “liberty” loading a gun
Calling it peace once the purge is done

[Bridge]
Watch out for double speak, let them hear us cry
We simply ask for truth, why do they sell us lie?
Why let dumb decrees defile sacred truths like a meme
Use your brain, your heart, question men with no shame

[Final Chorus]
They call it freedom, with a serious tone
Like syrup on razors, like velvet on stone
They call it healing while poisoning us, hon
Beware of white gospel, hum, or we’ll all come undone

[Outro]
Let’s shine so bright 
We’ll feel god’s light,
reKindle our holy spark?
Please, let’s Come out of the dark!

Sing all that is fair and good
So we may all have some food,
Blessed be the bold, the brave,
Please, feel free to leave that cave!

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[06] They Call It Freedom (Oh Hi, Sweet Honey Bun) • BLOWsutra (Revolt Now) Psychedelic Gipsy Cello Trip Hip Hop Indie LOFI

SOUTHERN WIND

They say the Southern wind don’t blow —
it remembers.

It comes off red dirt roads and rusted mailboxes,
through screen doors that never shut right,
carrying names nobody says out loud anymore.

Mama used to say
“If the wind changes fast, somebody’s lying.”
Daddy said nothing —
just stared at the tree line like it owed him money.

That wind learned the shape of my house
before I did.
It knew which floorboard creaked,
which prayer got skipped,
which promises were made drunk and meant sober.

Every time it howls at night,
it don’t sound mad —
it sounds disappointed.

High school lights flicker when it rolls in.
Old trucks won’t start.
Hearts do.

You can leave town,
cut your hair,
change your name,
but the Southern wind keeps your original copy.

It’ll catch you on a back road,
windows down,
radio low,
and whisper:

“You ain’t done yet.”

And for a second —
just a second —
you believe it.



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