| I pray to remain relevant refraining from vain intelligence
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| I’m but an element of evidence barring the same resemblance
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| As you do got your attention like youhoo
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| The hints the divine fingerprints are seen through you
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| I’m animated a man painted in nature
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| Mandated by the hands of the creator
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| To state the fact I’ve been given back to the source
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| Life forcing my Mic chord to change course
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| And speak of that awesome power from Boston
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| To the Eiffel Tower every hour that’s lost
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| Is a moment in time for evoking a mind
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| Blood soaking in wine bread broken hoping to find
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| Somebody wana open the blinds within your heart
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| Given a start to finish see my life is my ministry
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| Weather I’m in the industry or independent
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| I gotta stay dependent and being in Gods presence
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| In an attempt to write a sentence larger then words
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| Hitting harder then verbs convicted like martyrs observe
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| The Living Water which the Father reserved
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| And served through His Servant a thirst certain to conquer the serpent
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| Stirred in the current till the curtains were drawn
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| I’m certain its dawn been working since I heard the alarm
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| Transformed by the pierce of the arms Who came back
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| If you’re itching for the truth brother here’s the scratch
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| Something has got to give
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| We ain’t afraid to die
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| No were just afraid to live
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| Something I got to feel
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| We’re numb to love
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| All we know is this pain we feel
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| Something has got to break
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| Inside of me it’s gotta be the ties we make
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| The lies we create to feel less lonely
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| Somebody please hold me |