I stumbled in these streets of mensch
Dying on the living that i might comprehend
A concept like purpose for worthy
This mime by divine prophecies told am free
If am meek in heart and mind
Harbinger me in the veins
And it tweak like raceme everyday
That i might have wisdom to know
But the sentinel that is your word
Is all i need to grow back from where i’am
I am saying all the lies for the ideal childish mind
Convincing myself’ well am too your brother
Talking about em, ‘king of the game with this is democratic name’
Lowing that of truthful adjacent to be the subitise
Built it all, waning on a whole lot of luck and its place
Lord father am so humble to know that you were still
Love to offer your grace on to me
I am saying all the lies for the Ideal childish mind
Convincing myself hyping to a system checking out talking about
You doing real big but three deed no base
Because ‘all of the work it got of without honor’
Built it all, waning on a whole lot of luck and its place
Lord father am so humble to know that you were still
Love to offer your grace on to me
Lord father am so humble to know that you were still
Love to offer your grace on to me
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