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im seeing the light in this bright night, finally opened me eyes, man, I was petrified relied on you to hide away from the insanities of life, so I, tried to live the life of lies. But truth be told it left me sick, like stranded on this stage where my curtains are all flipped, stripped, pissed and gone whilst looking at my soul thru my eyes, now that's what I call a hypocrite like the two-faced preacher in my sanctuary claiming to be feeding me religious studies, kinda reminds me of a song where she sings about waiting for the rain to come and bring some change, yes, its tru people pray for rain the crops don't grow and fill the pain of not being able to feed the days, so the woman prays for her baby to sleep cus she knows if he sleeps he wont feel the loss of gain. But see, I'm not on about the 3rd world countries and how it weighs me at a level that aint even measurable, just that I ran to you, when he woke up and screamed cus of the empty pain, I ran to you, when people went insane and started cursing each other over their skin colour and said it was called the ''game'' yes, I ran to you when people talked about holy books and hooded men, no, not the KKK, just the fighters that use only stones to protect their own bones by the river at Gaza Strip, so I ran to you, but I opened my eyes cus I can smell your lies, I learnt from this whip and it's scars will continue to keep a tight grip.
I'm seeing the light in this bright night, finally opened my eyes, man, I was petrified. Relied on you to hide away from the insanities of life, so I, tried to live the life of lies. But, truth be told it left me sick, like stranded on this stage where my curtains are all flipped, stripped, pissed and gone whilst looking at my soul thru my eyes, now that's what I call a hypocrite like the two-faced preacher standing in my sanctuary claming to be feeding me some real shit. Kinda remainds me of a song where she sings about waitin on the rain to come and bring some change, yes, it's true, people pray for rain where the crops don't grow and fill the pain of not being able to feed the days, so the woman prays for her baby to sleep cus she knows if he sleep he won't feel the loss of gain. But see, I aint on about the 3rd world countries and how it weighs me at alevel that aint even measurable, just that I ran to you when he woke up and screamed cus of the empty pain I ran to you when people went insane and started cursing each other over their skin colour and said it was called the ''game'' yes, I ran to you when people talked about holy books and hooded men, no, not the KKK, the fighters that use stones to protect their own bones just by the river over at the Gaza Strip, I. ran. to. you. Now I opened my eyes cus I can smell your lies, I learnt from this whip and its scars will continue to keep a tight grip.
