| He’d like to break ya
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| Put a gun to your back try and take ya
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| Couldn’t run from the facts
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| He gotta make ya
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| Suffer cus your loving ain’t an act for fame nah
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| Never let him hold back your flame ya
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| Better then that the devil can’t change ya
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| On the same level with the disciples and kings
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| Your value is never measured by the price of your things
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| Your life is worth more then that
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| Your body is built to weather any storm in fact
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| We ere never meant for any harm relax
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| See the stars in heaven you were born for that
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| While the angles blowing horns
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| Cus your back from the dead
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| In a middle of a war you trapped in your head
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| I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead
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| And keep the pace till the hunger of this child is fed
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| He’d like to blame ya
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| Get a hold of your life try and tame ya
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| The force behind the divorce of all nature
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| Running it’s coarse as the source of all anger
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| Got a habit of ignoring a stranger
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| No matter how you have it we are all in danger
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| Some will laugh at ya some are called to change ya
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| Some will blast at ya yo your drawing the same blood
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| Walking these killing fields
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| Absorbing the pain that our children feel
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| Restoring the Name and the will we yield
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| Rejoined in the same cus we will be healed
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| And we will overcome this depression
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| And the power we’ve succumb to
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| Will shower these blessings
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| When in the hour of questioning
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| Just remember the flowers and how God dresses them
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| Forget what they told ya
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| Love is real expect it to hold ya
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| The struggle you feel is helping to mold ya
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| The hunger is real and its felt in the soul ya
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| Better never let him control ya
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| Together as soldiers forever we’ll grow ya
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| Never know who will try and overthrow ya
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| Lie and withhold ya deny that they know ya
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| Who am I if I can’t be
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| The person that I was created to be
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| I write a verse and relate to me
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| On the subject of worth I hesitated as I painted the scene
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| Heavy laden with a pain of a dream that’s unsung
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| I’m to blame when refraining to reach for someone
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| We the same on this earth from the dirt we have come
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| No matter where we’re from we’re still looking at one sun
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| He’d like to break ya
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| Put a gun to your back try and take ya
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| Couldn’t run from the facts he gotta make ya
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| Suffer cus your loving ain’t an act for fame nah
|
| Never let him hold back your flame ya
|
| Better then that the devil can’t change ya
|
| On the same level with the disciples and kings
|
| Your value is never measured by the price of your things
|
| Your life is worth more then that
|
| Your body is built to weather any storm in fact
|
| We ere never meant for any harm relax
|
| See the stars in heaven you were born for that
|
| While the angles blowing horns
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| Cus your back from the dead
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| In a middle of a war you trapped in your head
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| I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead
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| And keep the pace till the hunger of this child is fed |