Leaving The Past
They said I wouldn't make it
I wouldn't succeed...
Reality is your perspective
I couldn't agree
People with extreme sickness barely complain
The main ones raising hell are in fairly good shape
But this is for the down and out...
Not a penny to spare
Those rejected by the crowds
Now beginning to fare
Give the underprivilaged children something free!
I don't care what they need
Just come to me
A lethal paradox...
May I speak about the trifle?
The system is a trap made to keep us in the cycle
If you know the truth...
They will label you a psycho
Then amplify miscue sort of like they did with Michael
In the past...
Burned out and writing in a pad
Still mixing ink and blood
From the knife that I was stabbed
In the back with...
Removed it from the wound and went to trash this
Before I had the chance to leave the room
Satan snatched it!
He can have it
Know I'm not one of his!
We don't need to worship cash and indulge in our sins
So of course...
People judge and maybe look at us different
They cannot understand the holy fruits of the spirit
The earth is not our home!
We're completing the mission
That the Lord has gave our souls and if people would listen
We would finally understand our spirit's truth
All things will fall in place and you'll see a clearer view
And forgiveness is to heaven as the firmament's to blue
Can't focused on the past and try to see the future too!
So you leave
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