| Damn Brother what’s wrong with you
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| I think that somebody as strong as you
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| Should have a better memory for what it was that brought you through
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| I know it’s hard for you to discard what’s carved in you
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| And I don’t think that’s what it is I need to talk to you
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| I’m not a hypocrite, I just forget
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| And right now, the shit I’m livin' with has got me in the thick of it
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| I’m strugglin'
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| I can feel my knees bucklin'
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| But all that sufferin' never made my faith muscles thin
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| My defense mechanism is inaction
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| My whole outside world is a distraction
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| I lose track of what day and week it is
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| And I forget about is my family of believers
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| But I with them for ten years and they raised me
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| It pains me that they ain’t been seeing my face lately
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| My daily prayin' is damn near a special occasion
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| As a human I neglected my station
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| Ooh child
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| Say why
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| Ooh child
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| Say why
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| From his hands
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| Clappin' church on Sunday mornin'
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| From his hands
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| You stay here I don’t want it
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| Say, baby don’t you run so fast
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| Might pound on a piece of glass
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| Put yourself in Jesus' hands
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| C’mon sang
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| Nineteen years old I used to preach to the people and
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| Teach they children that God’s voice was deep within
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| Travel overseas learning how to live and breath
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| What I believe ain’t waterin' my seeds child
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| I carried my head all off balance
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| Too spiritual to develop raw talents
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| That Brother walk around with his head in the clouds
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| Till real life came and punched him dead in the mouth
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| Brought him out there no where near prepared
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| Not secure enough to admit he was scared
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| So he flipped the scene
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| But he
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| Still extreme
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| And the only thing that changed is his Yang became Ying
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| Changed in the place where the? |
| Juma? |
| resumed
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| While he tried to get his crew out the Room With A View
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| Those old ladies words still ingrained in his brain
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| When he prays he remembers their names
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| Please Allah don’t let my heart get heart get too far gone
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| Or let me die while I’m riding out the groove that I’m on
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| It’s goes Hebrew |