| Hey… the war is on outside
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| This ain’t a soundclash turn it up high say hey…
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| Fists up toward the the night sky
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| And light it up with a battle cry
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| My people… you hear the rain coming
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| You gonna stand fast, or just keep running
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| Hey… this life is a long fight
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| Even when the lightening strikes
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| I’ve got my armor and artillery
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| Hands on a weapon in fact that’s ready to attack all enemies
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| Living with a life given back to the creator
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| An out of shape soldier in a swamp full of gators
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| On the mission i’ve been given it’s deep
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| I’m forgiven so i’ve got an innervision of peace
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| In the rhythm of life i breathe
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| I’m fighting with a fire inside that burns brighter
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| Till the final bell rings
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| I was born in a violent storm in an endless fight between right and wrong
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| I write songs like letters from war
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| Stuff a message in a bottle then i send it to shore
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| Encouragement for the men and woman who lost steam
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| Rebel music for my people who been swimming upstream
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| Yo some things are not what they seem
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| Who you thought was the peasant might just be the King
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| Hey… the war is on outside
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| This ain’t a soundclash turn it up high say hey…
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| Fists up toward the the night sky
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| And light it up with a battle cry
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| My people… you hear the rain coming
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| You gonna stand fast, or just keep running
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| Hey… this life is a long fight
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| Even when the lightening strikes
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| I’m learning total humility brought by humidity
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| Frustration draining to the sides of my face
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| Feel cry from your grace tears seep into my cheek
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| Every crease in my face is a stroke of war paint
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| Just battlefield journalist capturing a picture of this
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| Combat mission from a complex prison
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| Wage war on my inner that’s riddled with imperfection
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| My sword swung high as the storm subsides
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| I was not made just so i could decay
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| These songs aren’t played just so we can get paid
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| I walk in the Way and the Truth til the Light works through me
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| I ain’t afraid to say the word beauty
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| I ain’t afraid to be odd
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| I know the path is hard but somehow im getting closer to God
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| Knowing by His scars i am healed i kneel in the storm
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| Till the Morning Stars revealed
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| Hey… the war is on outside
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| This ain’t a soundclash turn it up high say hey…
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| Fists up toward the the night sky
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| And light it up with a battle cry
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| My people… you hear the rain coming
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| You gonna stand fast, or just keep running
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| Hey… this life is a long fight
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| Even when the lightening strikes |