Wood Grain (Ancient Ways) #lyricsindescription #Sukkot #Day6 #Yosef #Joseph #Yesod #Brit #Usphizin

Wood grain. Gold flame. Old ways. You can hear a loud man coming. A strong man don’t always make a sound. Pinchas in the spirit. Yosef in the chamber. Guard the gate. Hook Wood wheel turnin’, but my soul stay still, Gold on the covenant, iron in the will. Ten toes planted, I ain’t bendin’ for a thrill, Had to master my Yesod before I mastered any field. Never ever fold — nah, never ever break, Every appetite ain’t worthy of the plate. I can see tomorrow while they sleepin’ on today, Tzaddik in the mud with the South inside my veins. Wood wheel turnin’. Old soul burnin’. Quiet when I’m learnin’. When it’s time — I’m certain. Came from a people where the elders spoke plain, Front porch wisdom and a Scripture by the name, African memory buried under all the pain, Still rose from the soil with the covenant intact. I don’t call it power if your passions got the reins, I don’t call it freedom if desire make you slave. Yosef saw the doorway, could’ve traded truth for pleasure, Turned around and left the garment — kept the treasure. That’s Yesod. Foundation under pressure, Eyes straight ahead when the temptation get clever. Vision like a ruler but the heart of a servant, Every middah measured till the vessel can deserve it. I been patient with the promise, I been quiet with the plan. Don’t confuse humility with not knowing who I am. Son of an ancient people, Mud, river, drum, and scroll. Black soil underneath me, Heaven governing my soul. Ain’t gotta prove strength every time somebody test it. Some wars get won when you refuse to be affected. But when Heaven say stand Stand. When the covenant demands Man. Fire in the chest, But the fire got command. Wood wheel turnin’, but my soul stay still, Gold on the covenant, iron in the will. Ten toes planted, I ain’t bendin’ for a thrill, Had to master my Yesod before I mastered any field. Never ever fold — nah, never ever break, Every appetite ain’t worthy of the plate. I can see tomorrow while they sleepin’ on today, Tzaddik in the mud with the South inside my veins. Never ever — NEVER. Trade the birthright for applause. Never sell the fathers just to make the strangers nod. NEVER. Let the moment rule the man. Long vision. Strong hands. Everything according to the plan. Pinchas when it’s sacred — I’m zealous, not reckless, Blade is just a metaphor: cut weakness from the nefesh. Warrior composure, no hatred in the message, Jealous for the covenant, but ego get no credit. That’s the difference. Anybody can explode. Can you hold a line alone when everybody says to fold? Anybody can get money. Can you carry wealth clean? Can you enter Pharaoh’s house and still remember your dream? Can you govern your tongue? Can you govern your eyes? Can you govern that hunger when it tell you compromise? Before a man commands nations He command what's inside. That’s a king. Bridge My father left a road for me, My mother left a name. My elders left instructions, I refuse to leave them stained. If the world forget the story, I’ll remember just the same. Tradition ain’t a costume— It’s a flame. And the flame said: Be patient. Be watchful. Be righteous. Be dangerous to falsehood. But gentle with your people. Put the Holy One before you. Final Hook — choir + crunk ad-libs WOOD WHEEL TURNIN’ — (turn) But my soul stay still — (stand!) Gold on the covenant, Iron in the will. NEVER EVER FOLD — (never!) NEVER EVER BREAK — (never!) If it cost my character, I don’t care what I could make. Yosef in the chamber, Pinchas at the gate, Ancestors behind me, Tomorrow gotta wait. No— Tomorrow gotta come So I’m workin’ while they talk, With the South inside my cadence And the Torah in my walk.