| When we wash all our pain away
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| We say, «Oh, my Lord»
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| When we can’t make it through the day
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| We pray, oh, my Lord
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| It’s a test coming to my faith
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| We pray, oh, my Lord, mmh
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| Will my people ever be safe?
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| In the land that takes us and breaks us, I can’t be sure
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| Walking with the Lord, I see footprints
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| My mama always told me use my good sense
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| Common always looking for the good sense
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| Since we all got good in our essence
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| In the hood sense, we all good anyway
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| That’s why you always hear another dollar, 'nother day
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| I see the day as a new beginning
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| Movement of the people, movement of the women
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| To get the Earth spinning in the right direct
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| This movie of life, sometimes might project
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| Acts, scenes that don’t seem serene
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| I light palo santo, put on Love Supreme
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| And get into the being of the great I am
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| That’s when I get to seeing just how great I am
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| Many many times from mistakes, I ran
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| But I’m just a cake, let me bake, goddamn
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| I pray I don’t forsake my man
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| And whenever I fall, on faith, I land
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| Imperfections, resurrections
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| In the mirror staring at God’s reflection
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| Reflecting on my aggressions
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| On my progressions, on my obsessions
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| There’s a lesson in not feeling less
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| And in seeing life itself as a blessing
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| When we wash all our pain away
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| We say, «Oh, my Lord»
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| When we can’t make it through the day
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| We pray, oh, my Lord
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| It’s a test coming to my faith
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| We pray, oh, my Lord, mmh
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| Will my people ever be safe?
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| In the land that takes us and breaks us, I can’t be sure
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| Yeah
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| The jubilee of a newer me
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| Giving my enemies something new to see
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| My community, they be fueling me
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| In the struggle of us, there’s a unity
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| The moral universe stay schooling me
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| Will the king of kings really rule in me?
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| I’m an instrument, stay in tune with me
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| This orchestrated by Karriem, Samora, Boom, and me
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| If agape had a Cupid, she’d be shooting me
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| This rap here is fear’s eulogy
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| Escape rooms with glasses of wine
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| Just another crutch for my brokenness
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| A term that I got from my therapist
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| As a black man, I feel I should be sharin' this
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| In the hood they say we crazy and we derelicts
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| But we needed for our kids and our marriages
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| The old folks say we don’t do that
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| But taking care of self is the new black
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| Unconventional ways, unconditional ways
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| Mediation, mindfulness, it’s just given to praise
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| I’m in a phase, all I see is victory
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| You on that wave, then come and get with me
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| I only want what’s meant for me
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| And say the things that’s sent to me
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| In penitentiaries, I met the most enlightened
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| Finding the losses, Heaven’s excitement
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| I write with a force of a kid that wanted to
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| Be in The Source, but that changed, of course
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| I maintained the sauce and became a boss
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| I apologize if I came across
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| As judgmental, or self-righteous
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| 'Cause in you, I see his likeness
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| When we wash all our pain away
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| We say, «Oh, my Lord»
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| When we can’t make it through the day
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| We pray, oh, my Lord
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| It’s a test coming to my faith
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| We pray, oh, my Lord, mmh
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| Will my people ever be safe?
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| In the land that takes us and breaks us, I can’t be sure |