| This side of my face, makes a lot of mistakes
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| Ear hears what it wants, when it don’t it longs for the day
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| When it can’t, won’t, imitate, the fickle state of the grave
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| Grace on my ears, def' death, try’na raise up
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| Can’t, listen to friends with, bitterness in their lyrics
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| Wickedness try’na tempt with
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| Got a heart with a mind that don’t mind being wicked
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| So my heart tell my mind tell my ears better mind it’s business
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| Not a concept this is
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| Constant science of organized religion gotta listen if you wanna hear it
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| They say
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| Speak up boy, cat got your tongue
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| But I tend to play it dumb in an attempt to run from
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| Because when I speak, the heart leaks
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| And you get a brief peek deep inside to see where it comes from
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| Because here’s the deal, the tongue is small
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| But still it’s strong enough to curse or kill
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| Destroy or build, sink or steer a ship
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| Lift up a man, cause a person to trip, hurt or heal
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| Spouting and arousing, rabble-rousing
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| Sounding deep but drowning
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| Killing everyone around me
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| I need to put a muzzle on my mouth
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| To avoid everything coming out going south
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| I mock men, and patronize
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| Organize lies but it’s all disguised
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| My speech is pathetic, instead of religious rhetoric
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| God give me a better phonetic etiquette
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| Organize, organize, organize me
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| If You have my heart then You have every part of me
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| What I hear, what I say, what I feel, what I see
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| If You have my heart then You have every part of me
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| With these hands, I build or destroy
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| Become a doctor or a chef or possibly a corner boy
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| Who handle things, hand full of rings, neck full of chains
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| Might get jammed up or get handcuffed for throwing my hands for the set I claim
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| Could be a fist, or a finger in the middle of this circumference
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| But it’s all contingent on what my heart pumps into it
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| Could be a handshake, better yet man it could be a peace sign
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| Or it could be the middle of the night, flashing lights, police yelling can
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| they see my hands
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| Oh yes your Eye-ness, I will obey what you say and chase your craving
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| Eye was misbehaving, overdosed and choked I need the Eye-mlich
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| Eye candy ent-eye-cing it’s eye-cing on the cake
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| Whatever I see my eyes rate, if I’m unsatisfied I’m irate
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| Look down that’s when my eyes break, deep down I know my eyes are sick
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| Eye-dols in my heart, I stab myself in the back when my eyes pick
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| There’s a v-eye-ris in my iris, eye was blinded, close my eye lids
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| See my Savior laying down His righteous life and saying «eye forgive»
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| Organize, organize, organize me
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| If You have my heart then You have every part of me
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| What I hear, what I say, what I feel, what I see
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| If You have my heart then You have every part of me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Organized Religion , by - Beautiful Eulogy. Song from the album Instruments of Mercy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп