| It couldn’t be any clearer
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| When you mad at me I can’t look myself in the mirror
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| I’m severed, and I failed as a son, a brother, a boyfriend, a father,
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| a husband and in that order
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| But its in all of us, like somethings in the water
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| I see it in my mother, I see it in my daughter
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| And whats really embarrassing I see it in myself
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| I tend to hide in the dark to ashamed to tell
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| So how am I supposed to find my way up out of hell
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| How can you search for a feeling you ain’t never felt
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| Poetry in my sorrow, worried about tomorrow, look what I’ve done with all the
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| time I borrowed
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| Heard the word, sometimes I followed
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| Most times I did my own thing
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| I tried praying but it felt so strange
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| Thinking he’s not really there, and if he’s there does he care
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| I write rhymes, hoping to relieve my mind of lusting, disgusting
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| But I don’t even trust me
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| Filling voids, with items that I know only destroy
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| Relying on my self poise, thats a poisonous lie
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| Cause through Christ, there’s joy and demise
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| Dead sleep finally open my eyes
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| Thats why I apologize and repent of every crime I committed
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| The strive to stay committed
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| To what God has given
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| Though my insecurities creeping
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| At night fall I’m tempted by the demon, seeking
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| Feel good’s and complements and self indulgence
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| Envy, greed and what about me’s
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| A disease that all of us are guilty of harboring
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| No need to battle back you just sound dumb in a argument
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| Ears itch, fences get straddled
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| When the 7 keys struck, 3 chased the shadow
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| Playing with fire, bridges will burn
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| So many things in hindsight that I didn’t concern
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| Responsibilities I ignored them
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| I know I said this before but this time I’m sure
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| Sincere, and I’m aware that sins here
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| I gave it to Him, I guess it ends here
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| I reminisce on the stress I caused I know it hurt
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| Taking money out my momma purse, after church
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| Meet up with Murk, puff on the purple
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| Purpin', the who we were on the block working
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| Pulling all nighters momma don’t even know where I’m at
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| In a back of a cop car arms hand-cuffed behind my back
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| The fact is I knew better
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| Any way I could I was out to rob whoever
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| But the whole time I knew the Lord was there
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| I gave it all to him, so it ends here |