| Mhmm…
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| Mhmm… yea!
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| Mhmm… ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah yeah mm… mhmm
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| Mhmm… mhmm…
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| Mhmm… yea! |
| yeah
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| Mhmm… ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah mm mm, mhm
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| Hey, yea-yea, yeah-eh-yeah-eh, yeah-eh-yeah-eh
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| Hey hey-yea-eh yeah, mhmm
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| Professional or beginner doesnt matter
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| Every sinner is a prisoner in a body that is subject to time
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| Now my entwined mind tries to form a straight line
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| Not like twised scoliosis of the spinal chord
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| Construct
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| Cross eyed carpenters are cuttin' crooked lines
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| Can’t construct
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| Man-made shrines when the winds and the water move sands of time
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| Many minds on a deadline, yet live life like a live wire
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| I’m not tired!
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| Of blood and fire
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| Spirit’s moving higher than the green grass ever lifted me
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| Spirit’s moving higher…
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| Than anything else ever lifted you
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| Mm, see
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| We got spirituality
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| It’s living in us like one in three
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| Injustice is concerning me
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| In the non-linear eternity
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| I’m speaking paradoxically
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| But you can nod your head now when you understand me-e-e-ee…
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| This is for my free men
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| Whose backs won’t bend in the lions den
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| Now with their eyes on the ending
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| This is for my free women!
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| They fight with their love
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| The bearers of our children
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| Free men whose backs won’t bend in the lions den
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| Now with their eyes on the ending
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| This is for my free women
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| They fight with their love
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| The bearers of our children
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| We shine like lights exposing
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| What lies underneath decomposing
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| Unearth those chains that are rusted
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| My sweet Lord, is that what i trusted in?
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| That sin? |
| That tomfoolery? |
| Ugh!
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| What it is is mental jewelery that I adorned myself with
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| The enemy’s gifts, the man-made myths, the ignorant bliss
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| Of marijuana spliffs and alchoholic fifths
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| I got so sick and tired of it
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| Delivered and redeemed
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| By christ i mean
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| It’s time to start livin'
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| And get a reason for the rhyme
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| I dont wanna be dead-wrong on the deadline
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| Standing on the dark side and all out of time…
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| Like a blind pantomime’s fantasize
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| Climb up his own ladder to the sunshine
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| Nothin’s mine
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| That hasn’t been given
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| No one’s alive here
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| That hasn’t been risen
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| For 19 years i was trapped in a prison
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| Feeding my escape by means of derision
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| But every man-made attempt just failed
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| When trapped in a jail
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| Of my own guilt, shame, and iniquity
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| I was looking for freedom
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| How’d I find freedom?
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| Oh! |
| Oh, freedom…
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| From all of this
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| He said believe
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| He said believe
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| Who are you telling me to belei-e-eve… yea
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| 'Said I’m the Christ
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| Oh!
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| …he said I’m the Christ
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| So I believed
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| Freedom!
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| Mhmm… yea
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| Mhmm… ey!
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| Mhmm… ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah yeah eh, mhmm
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| Mhmm… Hey! |
| No, no no
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| Mhmm… yea!
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| Mhmm… Yea ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah mhm
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| Nah na-na-nah |