| On the opposite is everything really fine as wine
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| Looks can be deceiving as the evening winds down
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| Sublime sounds pierce the night air like the moonlight
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| Buffoons fight on the corner, territorial disputes erupting
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| Occasionally a pimp might slap a ho
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| Do I really desire to act a fool with these bros?
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| Uh — pros and cons are weighed, afraid but proceeding
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| Still, I pounce into the melee while my Savior’s eyes are bleeding
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| Something takes control, covers up the hole
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| Just so Cof won’t fall in, thank God 'cause I was all in
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| Good lookin' out to take time to save my soul
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| From this point forward, screen doors remain closed
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| In front of me is blockage, the shade stops the rays
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| From blinding my sight from the truth as I gaze
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| Amazing as it seems as I gaze through the glass
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| Appealing to my eye the other side reveals
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| The evil men do collecting loot in pursuit
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| Of happiness and peace for momentary release
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| Of pressure cooking brain cavity could it be
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| Conviction as my diction lashes fate
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| They eat from the plate of indecisiveness
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| Lost in the wilderness of pleasure, ignorant of the measure
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| Of judgment that lies when the end is here
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| And the end is near beware (I hear the steps of a thief)
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| I’m about to break you of a little taste of discipline
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| In its rarest form are you listening Christian men
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| For those who have the ear for conception of this statement
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| You’ll understand when I’m gone and through
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| Tell me why you stare instead of winning souls
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| Wasting precious time living on your own
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| Remember if you can my final thought imposed
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| I rebuke those who glare through the screen remaining closed |