Wake all the children
Open their eyes
We're taking back this sea
We're taking back this sky
Taking back this earth
It's the righteous on the rise
So smooth
So define
So determined
So divine
I am the lion
Who roams this place
Removing masks
Expose a face
Expose a fake
Expose the model
Expose the make
Expose you like I choose to
By mixing your demise with your fate
Get rid of you, clean up, smoke a blunt
Still be done by eight
Only thought you were better
You only thought you pulled more weight
But your a slug in a lions race
We saw that straight out the gate
Never keep up with my pace
Not around to see the look on your face
Twenty steps ahead
All you could do was chase
And now your getting replaced
Had enough of you
Not a word was true
And you took a hard fall from grace
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