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I found God in me,
and they saw cocky.
Wanted to defend myself…
Like, that’s not me.
But their confidence is paper thin,
when they see a mirror and they’re hating him.
They will pray everyday for your light to dim.
I swear my heart pains for them.
At one point I was the same as them.
Well…
I couldn’t hate another man.
Save my disdain for the main,
shoot myself and then I’d aim again.
I see them church windows,
and all they do is stain within.
If my life pages already been written in,
why I feel like I fail and fail again?
See Jesus face,
never be as pale as him…
Was that how they set the pace?
I don’t know for sure,
I’m always tailing them.
Holy spirit
ain’t feel near it
but they hear it.
They wail again.
But the words sound so stale to him.
