| Welcome to the struggle
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| Where a poet’s gotta rhyme hustle
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| Going through it blind
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| Cus I know its more then mind and muscle
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| When the Divine humbles my pride crumbles
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| My eyes bubble with tears
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| Making it clear where I stumble
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| It’s like I’m double when in trouble I got two sides
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| My life’s a puddle till the sudden glimpse of blue skies
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| Carries the rain away it varies from day to day
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| No matter where we say we’ve changed
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| Remember Who remains the same
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| We sending prayers out in His name
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| With the hopes it might help you cope
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| Given the praise to God if you felt what I wrote
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| Head nodding till I melt into notes
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| Heart throbbing put a swell in my throat
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| Smooth sailing till we fell of the boat
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| Now we swimming in sin
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| Treading waiting for out ship to come in
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| Deep breath just before the water entered my chest
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| The Author of Life offers His life vest |