| Gotta be more than running the streets
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| I’m surrounded by insanity
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what You meant when You
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| «I know you got some change
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| And I ain’t even gon' lie, I’m tryna get a beer mayne»
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| That’s what he said to the lady on the avenue
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| She shrugged her shoulders,
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| Said this dollar’s 'bout what I could do
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| So, he took it with pride
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| Hardknock life, he just took it in stride
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| Just the way it go down in the place he reside
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| You win some, you lose some,
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| It’s a heck of a life
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| But something in his heart say that this ain’t it
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| The Earth that God made is good,
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| I know that it ain’t this.
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| Am I the scum of the city
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| Like they say I is?
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| I’m made in Your image, this is all I get?
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| Even though it’s all that I see
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| Gotta be more than runnin' the streets
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| I need to be free
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| Evil keeps talking to me
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| I’m surrounded by insanity
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what You meant when You
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| When You made me, this can’t be, when You made me |
| «I heard you looking for a good time»
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| That’s what she said before she hopped inside a guy’s ride
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| Half an hour later, she get the money off the dresser
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| Stay high to deal with all the pressure
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| She know her actions put purity in the casket
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| But view herself as a object of satisfaction
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| Just a toy to be used by boys
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| They get what they want, I get what I want
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| It’s all joy
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| But something in the heart say that this ain’t it
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| My body God made is good,
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| I know that this ain’t it.
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| Am I a tool to be used
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| Like they say I is?
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| Made in Your image, this is all I get?
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| Even though it’s all that I see
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| Gotta be more than runnin' the streets
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| I need to be free
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| Evil keeps talking to me
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| I’m surrounded by insanity
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what You meant when You
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what, this can’t be what You made me
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| We look to the sky, Like Lord, why?
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| Where does our hope lie?
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| I see my homies die,
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| Or in a life of crime.
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| Creation groans for more than |
| Distorted pictures
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| But never look to the painter
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| For ways to fix it.
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| He laid the answer clearly
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| Through all the scripture
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| Faith in Christ rely on the Holy Spirit
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| Get it?
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| God sent His only Son
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| He was crushed so we could be
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| Washed in His blood
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| Rose and ascended, one day He’ll return
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| For the faithful who believe,
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| Put your burden on the Son
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| What we see now, this ain’t it
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| There’ll be Heaven on Earth,
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| But this ain’t it
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| Even though it’s all that I see
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| Gotta be more than runnin' the streets
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| I need to be free
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| Evil keeps talking to me
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| I’m surrounded by insanity
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what You meant when You
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what, this can’t be what You made me
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| Even though it’s all that I see
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| Gotta be more than runnin' the streets
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| I need to be free
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| Evil keeps talking to me
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| I’m surrounded by insanity
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me
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| This can’t be what You meant when You
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| This can’t be what You meant when You made me |