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When you're down here in the little sewer with the rats
Dappin' each other up, but it's also weird cos like
There's the whole thing about authenticity
Like it seems like at the lowest point it's more authentic
You know, cos like you're just like spittin' whatever
Whereas up here it's like
Like there's a reason 87 is orange
There's a reason people use Fruity Chorus
If there's a goal and you were determined before-hand
There's a reason for opportunity but who made the door-hinge
If evolution's real don't that make the earth even more planned out
If something really exists beyond space
It's lookin like a morphed hand out
If everything that these so-called Jesus-followers say is true
Then why would I not stand out
How come when they say "be selfless" and I try it
It ends up feelin better than when I do more for myself
Yeah, like ion get it
Am I supposed to be like that, is it supposed to be like that
Yuh, why do I feel like I might be
Lookin at the promised land now
Now that I'm seeing that I don't gotta worry
Cos I think I understand it
I got a second chance and it was because
There was a bandit at the beginning of the wrld like Juice
And we were handed grace
But now my goal is to love in candid ways
And I'm going on a tangent, off this circle of life
And ranting bout how I've finally
Landed in a conclusion that isn't double-handed
No double-edged knife, this one's a straight karambit
To my heart and I was handed a bandage
Like the world's getting darker and I think
The sun finally tanned it, yuh
And demonic things ain't that random no more
Yeah, I just- I just- yuh
I just don't think it's s'posed to be like that
Is it supposed to be like
Yuh, I'm wit my brothers we all became free-men
Like Gordon, half-life saving
The other gon be in heaven, I'm looking for that
Decay and that placement, God will put us in the light
But for now it's in radiation, yuh, uh
I'm able to fix my issues
Use that tissue right cos lately it's been misused
I ain't hurt when people think my mix screwed up
I can't, uh, it's all intentional
And if I pray, then I'm straight
Cos I'm racing for it
Feel like my pace is flooring, every break (brake) allegoric
And mistakes that I make are basic torment
But your grace is foreign
And it's laced with a paint that's orange
It feels and looks like that but sometimes
We negate the foreman, I can't wait
But I say nshalla cos I'm grateful for it
I can't wait but I say nshalla cos I'm grateful for it
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