David LaLone

Biography

Lansing native spoken word artist, and singer-songwriter. David lives with his wife and two daughters. He explores the role of poet as prophet as he uses his theological studies and faith to speak to the mess of this dark world.

Samples

I didn’t do anything wrong By David LaLone It’s high noon and I haven’t done a thing It’s about time I lift myself up Just when the energy spurs I am shut up The accuser comes in and punishes me hard Reminding me I’m in jail And I reply I didn’t do anything wrong I just spoke my mind For a second I wasn’t afraid And now I’m being punished for a crime I didn’t commit Or maybe I did. Is it a crime to be me? Did I hurt anyone? Did I cause you any pain with the words that I said? Maybe you think I’m insane Do you think I haven’t thought that myself Well I’m sitting here, thinking Remembering the talks and dreams I’ve had Well I’m tired of talking!! And I’m tired of just dreaming! I’m ready to live! I take a breath and start walking But you don’t leave me Always with the lies of accusation Always there to torment But I reply again I haven’t done anything wrong I just said what I thought for once For a minute I thought I was insane But when it was all said and done I felt different Hell I felt release I felt comfort I felt alive My breathing started to slow back down But my heart was ready to race again I think I like it I think I’m discovering something new But just when I think I can enjoy You come creeping in with all your ploys I didn’t do anything wrong I just sang a song I banged a drum I plucked a string Hell I even screamed And your mind told your ears to plug cuz it didn’t understand It didn’t sound right Their was no beauty there But your soul was lifted Not because of me or the sound But what was being birthed inside of me Not because of a melody or line But because God’s glory was opened wide But it’s 3am and I’m awoken to you again I begin to pray because you’re declaring war again I’m helpless in this battle without my sword and shield Cuz I know you and your lies won’t yield I recite my battle cry: JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! Save me from myself Defeat your enemy who keeps attacking me Give me the refuge you know I need Give me peace And rain down your love And before I know it Heaven’s angels are on my side The demons flee And now I can get some sleep Its morning now and… I, I found God again last night and something’s different now I don’t feel so oppressed so I spring from the bed cuz, I think God just rose the dead

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