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Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord |
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I ain't gonna live |
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I don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older |
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[Tonedeff] |
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Lights out, so peaceful, stressless |
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Things used to seem so restless |
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Forgive me please, see I need to address this |
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Just haven't been this breathless since I met this |
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Woman who lept into my life when I was reckless |
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Mothered my blessed kid, but was destined to exit early |
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Guess you can say I've been blessed with the best gifts |
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Reminiscing, holding her neckless in my clenched fist |
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Ha, it's funny how we move in sudden directions |
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Dedicated my life to the public's protection |
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Never remarried cause love's an investment |
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Besides, I had a baby girl to worry about |
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That would struggle to blend in |
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Now as I think, a weightlessness is interrupting my senses |
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A pulsing tension carries my very frame |
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I rise up in ascension - WAIT! |
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I try to escape, but I arrive at these gates |
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I see a figure standing guard who invites me to pray |
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[Chorus] |
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I've tried it all |
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At the gates of Hell |
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I'm going to lay |
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Down, down |
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[Tonedeff] |
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I walk towards the figure that's extending it's hand |
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I move to enter past the gates yet I'm met with it's grasp |
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[Deacon] |
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Slow down son, there's things to discuss such as family |
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But first, let us talk about vanity |
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[Tonedeff] |
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Vanity?? Man, you're sadly mistaken |
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Either that or your sanity's shaken |
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If you'd examine me patiently |
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You'd retract on your statement |
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I haven't sinned flagrantly, I've acted as faithfully |
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As any other single father |
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Who raised a baby girl graciously |
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[Deacon] |
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Nakedly, she was at your door after her mother's death |
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Ignorant to racial anger and other stress |
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Later had a mixed baby at her sweet sixteen |
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How did that fit within your picnic scene? |
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[Tonedeff] |
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Sometimes it's too late to fix these things |
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The pristine dream was over |
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Had to face the fact she split these genes with his sick seed |
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With skin the darkest pigment seen |
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And so I kicked and screamed |
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Until we found the peace that distance brings |
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[Deacon] |
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A mixed raced queen, that was your thoughts about her mama |
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Up yonder went her soul, your hate growed from ponders |
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On life, being less trife with a white wife |
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So any instance of y'alls differences it was slice-slice |
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[Tonedeff] |
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Oh my, it's not her race, my daughter's love flies blind |
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I couldn't take her making the same mistakes that crushed my life |
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I'm dumbstruck by these baseless allegations |
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I've saved too many lives of all creeds |
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For you to paint me as a racist |
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I've endangered my own safety to save babies from blazes |
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Black, white, latino, even asian on occasion |
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[Deacon] |
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But why so? |
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[Tonedeff] |
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How dare you question my motivation! |
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[Deacon] |
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No need to second guess, your only aim was to be famous |
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Lord knows, you've left behind scorched souls |
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Black children left chilling, later found burnt whole |
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So sadly, your glory's to come urgently |
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Sentenced to fight fires for eternity |
