Dagnabit I got the same bad habits
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my dad had as a lad
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i get mad at myself sittin in the back of a cab
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feelin whack as a whip on the back of a slave
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on a ship back in the days in times wakin up
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is a slap in the face
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But the passion of one whose flesh was torn away
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by a cat of nine tails and pierced by one spear
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and three nails that saved my soul
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But there's still times I get weak
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and there's still times I get meak
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and somtimes I write rhymes way too ill to repeat
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And I don't wanna be another hypocrite on a beat
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But sometimes when the sun shines
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I wish I could sleep it away
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but today I woke up with some strength
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counted a couple of blessings
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and stepped down from the street
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and the sweet smell of victory put my mind at ease
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and the breeze told the trees to whisper something to me
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and they told me don't worry
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I told them never when He is with me
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Chorous
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Jesus loves me this i know
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For the bible tells me so
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Little ones to Him belong
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They are weak but He is strong
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-repeat-
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Those who trespass against
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Allow me to forgive
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i wasn't dealt the hand
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They got lives they got to live
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besides they don't answer to me
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I'm not you
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and we've all made mistakes
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and know not what to do
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is true see if i hurt you
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that hurts me
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I'm not entitled to the Lord's tender mercy
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untill I drop down on my knees
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and say please put me into your solution
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and free me of this disease
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i won't make it one more step
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unless you take
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this load i tote with my soul
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I'll just break
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and won't wait one second longer than I must
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a bond with anyone is stronger than this trust
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So the only thing to do is lean on you
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and not be led astray by what the demon do
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chrous
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Don't try to be the best man
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be the best that you can
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cuz number one ain't nothing but the opinion of man
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and man loves death, hate, crime and pain
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and kids are into theft and long lines of caine
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insanity, profanity, ecstacy and blasphemy
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but as for me
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I'm just tryin to maintain
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and it's a damn shame
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our brains have been drained
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to be crazy and lazy
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scared to make change
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and these hard times I try to be a role model
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but I ain't gonna lie y'all
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I still battle the bottle
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and a that's my biggest struggle
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I ain't the one to follow
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sometimes I get the urge to leave a twelve pack hollow
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just writing some inner sentiments
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ain't none of us innocent
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from mansions to tenemants
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whether male or feminine
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all of us are guilty of showing a little ignorance
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being resentful, envious and beligerent
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one day maybe we can figure it out
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but til then I guess I'll just pull this cigarette out
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pull up a chair and open a brew
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sit down on the porch
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and do what I do cuz
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chorus
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This I Know
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