Stood the Test of Thighs

Examined, verdict, weak Examined, verdict, weak Third attempt, the verdict is weak How different man are you, from an animal that can't curb his crave? What man are you, who can't perceive his grave? This is not for the swift If leaders couldn’t hide What hope is left for followers to win this fight? Wives made peace and to love weak characters For even the mountain boys fell victim to the battle of thighs Mad blind man, although lost, he thinks he can see Strong man, look at how weak is thy strength I saw the wise fall on his knees Calling on the Spirits to keep his household in peace The blind fighting with mind Though this is not a subject of might Ran over the entire bloodline Yet in the midst of the highest thigh-attention the Young man has ever seen I see the once-thought fallen bloodline trample over heads of sin To the old blood with much love and the rest of my father’s clan with honour and respect Your downfall was the lack of knowledge You blessed us with the spell; we were heirs to the throne of a curse Yet we don't love you any less The old was blind, but the new sees All the confusion behind the sour taste of the age twenty four You were not animals, for you were ashamed to harm The new holds tight to Son of man’s arm My fight in this darkness is nearly done My daughters and son, long before you come Blessed are you, for you are the seed of the blood of the saved My cursed blood was snatched from the grave Not because the heart was brave But the heavens were willing to save As you flow through a life less severe challenges Forget not the one things that never changes The story of your bloodline We were born fallen victims of the world's shameful curse And failed the test of thighs The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak But on the last attempt, the verdict was strong Say thank you, Thank you, Jesus The bloodline has passed the test of thighs