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You ever walk a mile with a man, got these sticks in our hands, moving over broken land Across the deserts and the sand, wasteland, to understand the command and the difference Of the body, mind, flesh, soul, spirit, now tell me if you hear it You could tell me if you fear it, please brother move near it, don’t let your dark conscience clear it Please brother move near it don’t let your dark conscience clear it I’m talking about the whispers of the Holy Spirit I woke up I’ve had enough of all the fists and the cuffs and prostitutes bluffs And addictions that never get enough, now the snakes in the rough and heals on his head Please Lord just crush it, and the venom out my veins, I’ve got a vision in my brain Mental attack, flashback, half forgotten event, fade to black, warped and bent Represents the arrangement of connections in my mind It’s the mind of a man soulfully seeking signs, elevated over rhyme, and outside space and time And if your third eyes blind than you might just miss it, but don’t miss it Like a ship in the dark looking for a house of light And like a man with is hands asking heaven for a fight Now the pen is on the paper but we don’t know how to write Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free But I’ve still questions, for Him Can anything be everything if everything is hollow, or does living have a reason that put off until tomorrow Now I’m riding round the bends to the bones of the marrow, finding sorrow with the joy Like a boy who’s been beat, slashed, torn, and warned not to tell the truth But now my souls informed and putting it to use Let’s diffuse, I want to diffuse, the humanistic time bomb compromising truth Buried alive in their scientific proofs, uncouth evolving sayers of sooth Letras de cancionesHave lost their curriculum, agenda, and proof For the love that’s living in me, and for the dreams that nobody sees For the broken soul on bended knee and the God that’s gonna answer him powerfully You see, you and me, we don’t amount to much, self-centered intellect is not a power but a crutch Losing touch, with God's reality, taking comfort in manmade philosophy’s Thinking it’s a speciality, most time fatality, who’s next on the docket Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free From Letras Mania