Deja Vu Vol. 1 Out Now:

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(Verse)
The boats flew across the sea that became the city, and the voices echo’d as they screamed “Help Me”. Oh what a beautiful people we have. The spirit has been poured in our hands. And love has become the law of the land, of our land.

(Bridge)
And it didn't even matter who they were, and segregation didn't exist because we’re all made of the same voice in the thunder, that roared across the heavens.

(Pre Chorus)
It was all love love love love, love love love, love. Oh. It was all love love love love, love love love, love.

(Chorus)
Yeah. As I stood there not believing my own past audacities it was impossible to ignore these catastrophic tragedies, the atrocities we spoke against each other now a distant memory because it was the day we realized we're all human, equally. consciously, thoughtfully avoid this need for mediocrity in being human because it never required our own philosophy. Legal status, politics, race, religion, sex suddenly not so complex when our people were saved from distress. To first responders who gave their time, their hands, their backs, their lives, your actions are humanities ultimate prize.
Material things are nothing but a grain of sand in the beach, but to speak good news into our community is truly freedom of speech. And I promise you the lives lost were not meant in vain, it is a testimony to testify, faith, hope and pray, that our lives are not just meer more or less, yes we confess and just as the sun shined that 5th day, the wicked laid to rest, and goodness is what we professed, I'll keep singing arrows into the hearts of the spiritually oppressed. Ill invest these words, i'll capitalize on these verbs, I will heal these bones and the weak will say I'm strong until it’s expressed that the lost say I’m found, we're blessed.

(Verse)
The people gathered around the beginnings of their living, and the hands of the city are always giving. But we know we’re not alone in this thing. Though the pain has passed, the love stays the same. And Houston Strong is what we have gained as a name, it’s our name.

(Bridge)
And it shouldn't even matter who we are, and segregation shouldn't exist because we're all made of the same voice in the thunder, that roars across the heavens.

(Ending Pre Chorus)
It is all love love love love, love love love, love. Oh. It is all love love love love, love love love, love. Oh yes it is. It is all love love love love, love love love, love. Oh, it is all love.

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