| This ain’t no place for a man of faith
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| I gamble it all away, tumble into fall abased and ablaze
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| Can’t fault or blame fam, they parade arrays of aid and praise
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| Saints patronized by the razor blade
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| Dismayed and fazed and maybe I assay the prize
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| Stay alive or prepared — scared ain’t no way to die
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| Though if my ache could be assuaged through sin
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| I’ll make it bleed fate, racing to the gate pleading «take me in,» I’m
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| Down, unable to prevail unassisted
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| Will the tempest hail another victim in cyclical rhythm? |
| Please
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| Break it, ‘cause honestly the lie «I try tirelessly» is cowardice
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| Powerless am I to fight this avarice, I’m
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| Down, to give over control, the soul’s solely yours
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| Deal and dispose, but keep it real close but don’t
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| Break it, ‘cause they gon' take it hard if I don’t make it through
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| And some are reaching for reason to hate you
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| Time and time again I’ve been told
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| That a focus on the flaws of man’s off-center ten-fold
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| Stricken with the winter cold, sipping the burning hot
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| A spill will blister, learn not to leave skin exposed
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| Stitch it up and pray the kid recover nice
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| And I might have if not for daddy’s bad advice
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| He’s the type to fight God but not a vice
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| Grip the heater twice as hard — it’s this reality I battle nightly
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| Even in sleep it seems flight’s unattainable
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| Upon waking the facial expression deigns a satiable exchange
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| Weather shades drawn, either side a storm rage on
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| Patiently the fawn awaits the day the rain’s gone
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| In my defense I claim it’s obvious I’m not him
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| Probably it’s the toxin — sorry it’s a lot been unresolved
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| Sick since six, seen ‘em revolve around a small town
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| Clique, call it quits — bring all them walls
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| Down, finally I’ma defeat the rival
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| With a rifle, writing my epistle titled «try cycle,» I
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| Break it, so never they perpetuate the malady
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| Abashedly accommodate mortality, undoubtedly I’m
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| Down, to reconsider, I’ll stay if you can make a promise though
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| Please keep it real close and don’t
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| Break it
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| I’m warning not strong enough to take it now
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| And I’m investigating other ways out
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| We’ll rebuild what the bottle destroyed
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| I’m downhill standing still at the bottom of Roy
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| Where the pass over 5 look alive much as anything
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| Cling to the side and any sign of your memory
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| My creative liberty is tempting me to hasten to the point of penance
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| We could be rejoined if you employ forgiveness
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| Sell it all, tell ‘em hell is nothing but a cell wall
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| I’ma soar even as the shell… fall…
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| Down, shed not a tear for my exodus
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| I’m here in the protectorate, the fear I held was delicate, to
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| Break it, simply took a leap of faith and virtue
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| Serve through, I never meant to hurt you, for certain I’ll be
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| Down, to revisit the dearest of my kinfolk
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| Hold the spirit near, keep it real close but don’t
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| Break it, the creed is all we got until we meet again
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| I pray you gon' make it through the season |