i hold my breath until the inside of my lungs bleed
i close my eyes to visualize the same pain that the bums see
my soul collides with thoughts of grief
their beliefs is sick so im forced to be ill
only the realist speech can come from me
their in a dark rage where i live
my heart is caged in my ribs, but my tongue’s free
i don’t think you realize how it feels to be hungry
from the deepest pits in your stomach
how can the bondage of fear ever loosen its grips
if you never confront it
there is knowledge i can spit if you want it
as i submit to the spirit of Christ
there’s life in each lyric when you hear it – it will help you become:
f r e e
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