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

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