| Being deceived by the father of lies
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| Doing things slowly losing your life
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| First it was water, it’ll be fire next time
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| But it’s your life, but it’s your life
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| Dear God, Lord, forgive us for following ways of Satan
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| Knowing he’s the father of lies and imitation
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| Deception got us sightless like when the pepper spray the eye
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| While we sell our souls, he fronts like he’s saving lives
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| And only time we pray to You is when we facing odds
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| And even then, it’s all bad 'cause we blaming You
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| We fall short of your glory, our cultures, our family
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| We even lie to ourselves, we try to fake it true
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| Empty and afraid, we aim to fix it by covering up mistakes
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| And take it to the grave, lost in our own song looking for the hook
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| Let the cross be the bridge, it’s your life that you gave
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| Playing with fire like hell is a game
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| All people from all religions will be yelling your name
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| With they last breath, fully aware but they half-step
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| We dare devils and become blind like Ben Affleck
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| We should be past that though
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| Being deceived by the father of lies
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| Doing things slowly losing your life
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| First it was water, it’ll be fire next time
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| But it’s your life, but it’s your life
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| Sometimes I hear voices in my head, they keep calling me
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| My mind plays tricks, daily I feel like trouble follows me
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| Watching what I’m tweetin', is it God or is it demons?
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| I’m caught between cops and fiends, gunshots and scenes
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| Of my own team plottin' and schemin'
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| It’s like I’m on Elm Street and Freddie caught me street dreamin'
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| Tryin' to sleep away the evil, my reality’s illegal transactions
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| Trespassin', Bill Paxton, veil over my eyes
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| Man these crack sales are produced by most black males
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| Low self-esteem make me selfish, full of greed
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| As the devil succeeds by embellishing the
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| Repeatedly falling for traps, intrigued by the hustle
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| I see through the struggle but fail as I’m seeking rebuttal
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| Now counting my blessings, I have my share of losses
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| I see the devil from miles away when he’s walking
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| Carrying double crosses
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| Being deceived by the father of lies
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| Doing things slowly losing your life
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| First it was water, it’ll be fire next time
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| But it’s your life, but it’s your life |