| The pain of our broken bones
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| Holds no candle to the pain of our broken homes
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| The bothersome cold and fatherless homes
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| Who is to blame but our own?
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| When mothers overseas
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| See pain that we don’t know
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| And they pray their offspring have no double X chromosome
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| 'Cause if so, they become triple-X photo drones
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| While we spend our time alone on our cellular phones
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| Not connecting with each other’s minds
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| And definitely not connecting with each other’s souls
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| And this black hole’s just the right size for the devil to make his home
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| And it’s sad to say, but I can unfortunately admit that
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| Time after time, I’ve let these demons inhabit my mind
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| But can you blame me when I’m raised in a nation that
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| Teaches me every time I make a mistake
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| I can just blame society?
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| And my United States is a product of history books
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| Not history
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| And I’m the child of enough stern preaching
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| To believe in things I can’t even see
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| But I’ll take it with no reason
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| 'Cause I need some sort of clarity and dignity
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| Through this changing season
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| And people say I’m speaking blasphemy and unrighteously
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| And I’m gonna regret this
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| When really, I’m just telling you what I’m afraid of
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| And they say I’m gonna wish I could eat my words
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| When I meet my maker
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| But I’ve compromised myself so many times
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| That I don’t even know what I’m made of
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| So forgive me
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| I’m just another broken human
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| Trying to live freely |