| I’m high feeling like I’m walking in clouds
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| And seeing faces staring at me as I move through the crowd
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| Feeling like the whole world just took a wickedness vow
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| Ridiculous how hate has replaced all religiousness now
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| Stop off in front of a church, I kneel and I bow
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| Black rosary for all the pain I kept in my file
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| Never reciprocated all the hurt that my mom allowed
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| For happened to me, the amount of tears I shed could have drowned
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| Now all I want to do is make my little girls proud
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| And pray my death is quiet but my funeral’s loud
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| When I’m feeling inspired reaching my inner child
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| I witness my illusion shatter with no angels around
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| I’m hoping this explains why my hate and my anger’s abound
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| Abused and threatened with death if I had dared made a sound
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| Knocked to the floor, silently curled up on the ground
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| I guess blood’s a rite of passage on the way to the crown
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| Save me
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| I think I’m going crazy
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| So won’t you just pray for me
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| I’m falling deeper than I’ve gone before
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| Maybe
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| I’m thinking that maybe
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| If somebody prays for me
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| I won’t fall deeper than I’ve gone before
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| I think I’m losing it man
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| I knew she loved me but it wasn’t the time
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| There was so much left for me to do, so far from my prime
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| In hindsight, I probably should have sacrificed, wouldn’t mind
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| Bedroom apartment was leaking, I was out of my mind
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| I was young, ain’t know who I was, how could I respond?
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| That abortion went against my principles, am I wrong?
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| Gritty like selling my spirit out just in different forms
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| Three months in the stomach, that fetus knew my voice when I talked
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| Yeah, it was her decision true, but I should have fought
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| And having beautiful children later enhances the thought
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| I should’ve never wavered or caved in or stayed in a
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| I hated all things living, my descension and fall
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| Apologies in the song but I swear I was lost
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| Hope it wasn’t painful when your little light was cut off
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| As my ex lay there bleeding, started feeling remorse
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| I pray their forgiveness for me as I’m hugging this cross
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| I see her outside playing now and then
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| She’s got bruises on her arms like she fell off a swing
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| Paid it no mind, I’m blind, guess it is what it is
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| Plus I was having my own drama with the mom of my kids
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| Ironically she became one of my daughter’s friends
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| Such a tiny little thing, her name was Elizabeth
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| Her family stayed right down the hall from where we lived
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| Sometimes I thought I heard her screaming, man these walls are thin
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| Tried to sleep right after tucking my princess in
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| Staring at the ceiling, know I need to mind my own biz
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| But flashbacks of my own childhood would spin
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| Of my stepfather’s abuse, this little girl’s innocent
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| I seen her father one time, he’s a cop and a pig
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| Her mom an ex-beauty queen turned heroin fiend
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| One day at the pool my family wanted to swim
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| I seen Elizabeth there with a bruise on her chin
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| A cut on her ribs by a mark on her chest
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| She cried do you even have to ask one question, who did this?
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| I seen the fear through her eyes and scratched retina lid
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| Man I was gone in the head and I just couldn’t sit
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| I flipped
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| You might think that I am crazy
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| But I can’t let them hurt this baby
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| I kicked in the door with no gun in my hand
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| You want to fight somebody mother fucker, you fight a man
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| I’m in prison now for what I did
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| Her dad can never hurt Elizabeth again cause he’s dead |