| Wrestlin'
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| Realise it’s not against the flesh
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| It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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| Strugglin'
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| Attaining these scars from inner battling
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| Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness
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| Notice, I hassle with, I wrestle with anxiety
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| Knowing that certain things I can’t change about society
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| So I put this in my diary, which I keep hid' inside of me
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| I’m silent empty handed
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| ‘cause that life is not the way that I planned it
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| Lost my mom and dad left me stranded
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| So I pained it
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| Felt abandoned even though my gran' was handed all the hurt
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| ‘n' felt like I was just a burden
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| Closed the curtain I was naked
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| Started smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to maintain restraint
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| I used to think that maybe Jane would ease the pain
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| And lead the brain from wonderin' about the rain that was thunderin'
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| ‘till I was bumblin', stumblin' with the beast
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| Grumblin', stumblin' with the beast, rumblin'
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| I was stumblin' with the beast rumblin'
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| Yeah I saw you in adolescence feeling depressed
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| Reflecting the evidence of stress, rejection and disrespect by your facial
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| expression
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| Deconcerning be erected for your mental state of being in the situation so
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| pressing
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| Distress was strongly spoken in the voice of your eyes
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| A wounded soldier was the vision incision with in my mind
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| Even if I was blind I felt your spirit like a ‘graver's impression upon my soul
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| For the ministry of salvation
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| The circumstance you face is not designed to be complacent in
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| God works in mysterious ways and times and most serious days
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| Give your life to him and trust in his spirit
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| Who’ll be your guide and send his angels surround you and battle when holy align
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| I will give to win the battle
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| I will give to win the battle
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| Wrestlin'
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| Realise it’s not against the flesh
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| It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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| Strugglin'
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| Attaining these scars from inner battling
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| Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness
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| Super scientifical creature from darkest caverns
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| Burning tables turning, darker clothes moe’s tavern
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| With a slew of archaic relics that penetrate ‘n' tell us
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| ‘n' Stop stop, bomb shells from preachers who bin releases
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| My deeses is pieces of puzzles formulate bigger picture
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| With description underneath informing who did the artwork
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| J-E-S, you know the rest though its for most you can’t attest
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| Blowing up any mines that frame of ours cannot withstand yet
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| And what I see’s some isletians some halfwit child, some of it gleams
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| No longer hide and slew the shackles their lives finished to live with jackals
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| Choose my flows but feel the blows
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| The Lord the shock or be the doe
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| By the bound don’t hit the ground
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| And that’s profound see y’all around
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| I like to, like to, like to offer just a bit of advice
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| If ya spot superman on the block don’t pick a fight
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| ‘n' if ya want to cross o’er never challenge intervention
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| If ya wrestle with God ya bring a quest for ya hist
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| Make a request — not mine but thy will be done
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| Attach a conscious to examples that was left by the son
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| And I pray against the day when strictly fame is what I’m drinked in
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| And corner stones are built in I no longer put my faith in
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| That’s my greatest fear, if I took that route
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| To feed the flesh until it’s diesel while the spirit fizzles out
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| I ran from God’s elections when I thought I could handle
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| With five nights to think in the guts of sea mammals
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| I will give to win the battle
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| I will give to win the battle
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| Wrestlin'
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| Realise it’s not against the flesh
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| It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
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| Strugglin'
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| Attaining these scars from inner battling
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| Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness |