| I was born like that
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| I live like that
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| Feel me?
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| Free, so let it be
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| I Am… King
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| Transform the God
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| Of who? |
| Of me If I could write my own obituary
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| I tell of things I’ve seen and heard
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| I’ll admit not a bit was scary
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| 'Cause it was real so I’ll feel no remorse
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| For those who try to crucify me then kneel to my cross
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| Why do women love to come in my life then leave?
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| Then hate the way I talk
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| He tries to walk righteously
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| They listen to their friends
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| My sins, my short comings
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| Impregnated your thoughts with their nonsense
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| When all of them have lost husbands
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| Wives have trials, try to save lives
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| Life and death is in the hands of what you feed the family
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| Think of poisoning the God? |
| Then plea to insanity
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| Nah, Satan you a liar, internal fire
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| The life eternal of things that concerns the writer
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| The brighter inferno of ring that make the sky light up We’re bound by honor, we’re bound law
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| What I found is armor, his word is the saw
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| Heard by all but felt by few
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| Before I make a cause, my inner self I view
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| If Corinthians is correct, gave you the respect
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| Not the jealousy of the next couple trouble of steps
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| Let’s cuddle to death
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| (Chorus) Priest x2
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| My manifestation came when you were hand to hand with Satan in reign
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| My crown rolled upon the ground, I’m slained, drizzling rain
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| Wait, my drilling done came
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| Still in the game, I rose like Neo
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| Behold, meet me in the sequel
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| For the people the soaring eagle, fall like the evil
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| Divinity sentence me, infinity, imagery scenes seen when I dream
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| My genes is like that of a King but that energy leaves
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| Like a spiral of Bibles, going up it’s Jacob’s Ladder
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| God break up my matter
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| Spiritual body is formed, so long, stop trying to hold on Appear in white and gone like a snowstorm
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| Belove it, be not ignorant of this one thing
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| A day with the Lord is a thousand years
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| Yards of blood, miles in tears, clouds turn clear
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| I’m finally there
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| My mind’s prepared to climb those stairs to my destiny
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| My cubic body set it free; |
| the spirit alone let it be
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| I got my weaponry; |
| secondly my certain plain is heavenly
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| The unexplained is shown of me, the mysteries, the thrones
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| I’m giving keys to the bottomless pit
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| Solomon whits, the obvious man will marvel at this
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| (Chorus) Priest x2
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| I Am |