in the midst of the whirl wind noise
i had mama's voice
son fulfill ur destiny
for you have an accompany
he will always be with you
he will always get you thruogh
he is good to be true
what a love divine, the wine
that quenches taste just like the vine
the water turned to wine
this is my flesh, my pledge
a pledge with good and a nice edge
wear i am ahead, with a good head
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