| I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
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| And if they don’t I just pray that they’ll be a start/
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| What I can’t say I place in art, make plain the vague and hope it makes a spark/
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| Of a little bit of light in all this dark/
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| I have friends who’s dear to me, don’t understand the pain I see/
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| I’m building something great but sometimes I feel the vacancy/
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| Don’t know where to turn, feeling lost inside this greatness seems/
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| Oxymoronic, I’m doing fine as far as they can see/
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| Social media got us confused, it’s a place to post the news/
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| Not a place to post how you are really doing/
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| So we don’t, because we don’t want to hear it/
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| Emoji hands I’m praying for you, thou shalt not lie, we really know we won’t/
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| So if I say that, I really drop my head and whisper something to the Father/
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| Wish I would pray for me when I get bothered/
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| When Kinah was a toddler, 0−100 I would yell when I got stress outside that
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| harmed us, and I’m sorry/
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| And I can’t go to sleep or wake without things on my brain like/ |
| Close people that’s in pain I know, folk I know that ain’t right/
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| They left down a dangerous road, don’t if it’s they night/
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| For us to get a call saying he ain’t make it to daylight/
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| I grew up with stories of inequality and fake rights/
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| To pacify a movement people ain’t want to see take flight/
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| A hope of overcoming then Tamir got shot and nothing happened/
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| I looked at Josiah like we really in the same fight/
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| I have white friends I love dearly, my arm, I’d give the right for/
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| Who complain about these issues like an eye sore/
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| It will go away if we don’t look, nothing cancer victims say/
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| But the truth they cannot see behind their eye boards/
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| They won’t take the plank up out, while they’re rolling in the saw dust/
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| American dreaming to build a house on false constructs/
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| Can’t notice the footing lost from dust that turns to quick sand/
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| And wanna fix this land from a distance/
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| Want an instance where it all goes away without repentance/
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| But go to church and praise Him with WWJD on their wristbands/ |
| While we were yet sinners, hit the cross for the undeserving/
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| But we get convenient when it comes down to other serving/
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| Cool to hear bout' pain if it don’t disrupt our undergirdings/
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| Don’t take a knee, do it this way, no concern the brother’s hurting/
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| Find a way to discredit, find a way to dismiss em'/
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| Maybe he shouldn’t care cause he’s mixed or just switched religions?/
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| Maybe I wasn’t there why should I pay for the sins I didn’t?/
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| Whether it’s fake news or stay woke we stay blaming the systems/
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| See we stay blaming «isms,» point fingers from our corners and falling back/
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| Not realizing all these «isms» we struggle with are all results of that/
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| But I’m off of that, meanwhile what’s really bugging/
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| Still feel I struggle some days as a son and a husband/
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| Feel like I fight to make change and don’t know if it’s buzzing/
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| Then have nothing left for my family I just know that I love em'/
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| Owe them the best but feel I give them seconds over others/
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| Not my intention but this feeling’s real over redundant/ |
| Lay my kids down feel like I failed again, it’s so repugnant/
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| I’m just fighting hard to try and be who my daddy wasn’t/
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| I have a high standards because I want the best for them/
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| But without God on my best day all I can give them in my best is sin/
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| My wife holds on to me through the best of them/
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| She’s seen me at my worst and still whispered to me to rest in Him/
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| I don’t understand it all, and I never claimed to/
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| But when I couldn’t He sent me a brown skinned angel/
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| A messenger of grace, I know the difference between Satan and his claims too/
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| I don’t always know where I’m going all the time, but I know how grace moves/
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| So new day I’ma face you, with all my pain and stains too/
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| All the things that’s weighing on my heart I can’t explain to/
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| I will make it over things others can’t relate to/
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| Hands high, face low still remains my angle/
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| I just pray this transparent moment really helps you make it through/
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| No matter what’s in your way I just hope you make it too/
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| Whether inside or outside whatever’s paining you/ |
| I pray this transparent moment really helps you pray too/
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| I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
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| And if they don’t I just pray it’ll be a start/
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| What I can’t say I place in art, to make plain the vague, hope it makes a spark/
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| Of a little bit of light in all this dark/
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| I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
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| And if they don’t I just pray it’ll be a start/
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| What I can’t say I place in art, to make plain the vague, hope it makes a spark/
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| Of a little bit of light in all this dark/ |