| The more I meditate, I hesitate to even show face
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| The more I hesitate, I contemplate my life is a waste
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| My spirit levitates to take a glance at truth of His grace
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| As my flesh emulates every act of disgrace
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| So deceptive in perception of its hunger and greed
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| Maliciously relentless to fulfill whatever it needs
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| Undisciplined, rebellious, no regard for righteousness
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| Ever since it tasted death, he desires nothing less
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| Too many nights I spent in tears, drowning in fear
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| I’m never making it, through all the time I spend faking it
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| My soul is proving capability and prone that when alone
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| Without the father’s consecration flesh manipulates constantly
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| Continual battles my inner being goes through
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| Why do I do the things I know I’m not supposed to
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| Why don’t I do the things that I know I should do
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| Who s to blame except me and me alone
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| I found my enemy’s home was in my soul
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| What could inhibit a habit
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| The dark corners lurking
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| Demonic principalities when other evils working
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| You can’t escape fate, allow what’s in your heart to tailgate
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| You’re the only cellmate to unlock what locked the jail gate
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| Somewhere inside the crevice, I long to face the limits
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| The premise is death for execution of flesh
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| Passed on authority and so control
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| The tree of life I chose, taking shape of His mold
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| Indulge in fruit too, whatever you do, I do, we crew
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| Give into a city, evil, not for me, you you
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| Doom can’t loom if I no longer give it room zoom a zoom
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| You’re free to explode for miles with a loud boom
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| Grip it tightly I hold with no intention to fold
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| Toe to toe and blow to blow, flow to flow I stand firm
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| Learn to discern, circumstances are changed
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| Do a dance with death, til my soul’s last breath
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| When I’m at my hardest
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| Can salvage my image tarnished
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| What can make me whole again
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| The blood of Jesus
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| Freed indeed
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| Down the slanted hill I skied, high speed
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| Managed to get vantage when I got tree’d
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| What lies in a man’s soul
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| I found that evil doesn’t have a face, or let alone a place
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| It just lingers in the void over an open space
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| Searching out a victim to nuzzle up against
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| Take under its wing, inhabit, then reign supreme
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| Fickle control, it slowly conquers a man’s soul
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| Behold real TV, even realer when it takes its toll
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| Unfold, with those punches, you don’t have to roll
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| Toss yourself at the cross, and escape the death hold
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| More vibrant than a radiant redhead
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| With flashlights for fingers, the illuminated words of Christ
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| Put that on ice for a spell, pray tell, how in the world do you excel in the
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| glory of God, and then rebel
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| Letting death valley grip you with fear of falling down
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| Evil only breeds and feeds when you allow it to hang around
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| So get down, hit knees where prayers don’t cease
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| What’s lurking probably shouldn’t even be working |