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This aint no place for a man of faith
I gamble it all away, tumble into fall abased and ablaze
Cant fault or blame fam, they parade arrays of aid and praise
Saints patronized by the razor blade
Dismayed and fazed and maybe I assay the prize
Stay alive or prepared scared aint no way to die
Though if my ache could be assuaged by sin
Ill make it bleed fate, racing to the gate pleading take me in, Im


Down, unable to prevail unassisted
Will the tempest hail another victim in cyclical rhythm? Please
Break it, cause honestly the lie I try tirelessly is cowardice
Powerless am I to fight this avarice, Im
Down, to give over control, the souls solely yours
Deal and dispose, but keep it real close and dont
Break it, cause they gon take it hard if I dont make it through
And some are reaching for reason to hate you.


Time and time again Ive been told
That a focus on the flaws of mans off-center ten-fold
Stricken with the winter cold, sippin the burnin hot
A spill will blister, learn not to leave skin exposed
Stitch it up and pray the kid recover nicely
And I might have if not for daddys bad advice
Hes the type to fight God but not a vice
Grip the heater twice as hard its this reality I battle nightly
Even in sleep it seems flights unattainable
Upon waking the facial expression deigns a satiable exchange
Weather shades drawn, either side a storm rages on
Patiently the fawn awaits the day the rains gone
In my defense I claim its obvious Im not him
Probably its the toxin sorry its a lot been unresolved
Sick since six, seen em revolve around a small town
Click, call it quits bring all them walls


Down, finally Imma defeat the rival
With a rifle, writing my epistle titled try cycle, I
Break it, so never they perpetuate the malady
Abashedly accommodate mortality, undoubtedly Im
Down, to reconsider, Ill stay if you can make a promise though
Please keep it real close and dont
Break it,
And Im investigating other ways out


Will rebuilds what the bottle destroyed
Im downhill standing still at the bottom of Roy
Where the pass over I-5 looks alive much as anything
Cling to the side and any sign of your memory
My creative liberty is tempting me to hasten to the point of penance
We could be rejoined if you employ forgiveness
Sell it all, tell em hell is nothing but a cell wall
Imma soar even as the shell fall
Down, shed not a tear for my exodus
Im here in the protectorate, the fear I held was delicate, to
Break it, simply took a leap of faith and virtue
Serve through, I never meant to hurt you, for certain Ill be
Down, to revisit the dearest of my kinfolk
Hold the spirit near, keep it real close and dont
Break it, the creed is all we got until we meet again
Im prayin youre gon make it through the season.

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