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When you're down here in the little sewer with the rats

Dappin' each other up, but it's also weird cos like

There's the whole thing about authenticity

Like it seems like at the lowest point it's more authentic

You know, cos like you're just like spittin' whatever

Whereas up here it's like

Like there's a reason 87 is orange

There's a reason people use Fruity Chorus

If there's a goal and you were determined before-hand

There's a reason for opportunity but who made the door-hinge

If evolution's real don't that make the earth even more planned out

If something really exists beyond space

It's lookin like a morphed hand out

If everything that these so-called Jesus-followers say is true

Then why would I not stand out

How come when they say"be selfless" and I try it

It ends up feelin better than when I do more for myself

Yeah, like ion get it

Am I supposed to be like that, is it supposed to be like that

Yuh, why do I feel like I might be

Lookin at the promised land now

Now that I'm seeing that I don't gotta worry

Cos I think I understand it

I got a second chance and it was because

There was a bandit at the beginning of the wrld like Juice

And we were handed grace

But now my goal is to love in candid ways

And I'm going on a tangent, off this circle of life

And ranting bout how I've finally

Landed in a conclusion that isn't double-handed

No double-edged knife, this one's a straight karambit

To my heart and I was handed a bandage

Like the world's getting darker and I think

The sun finally tanned it, yuh

And demonic things ain't that random no more

Yeah, I just- I just- yuh

I just don't think it's s'posed to be like that

Is it supposed to be like

Yuh, I'm wit my brothers we all became free-men

Like Gordon, half-life saving

The other gon be in heaven, I'm looking for that

Decay and that placement, God will put us in the light

But for now it's in radiation, yuh, uh

I'm able to fix my issues

Use that tissue right cos lately it's been misused

I ain't hurt when people think my mix screwed up

I can't, uh, it's all intentional

And if I pray, then I'm straight

Cos I'm racing for it

Feel like my pace is flooring, every break allegoric

And mistakes that I make are basic torment

But your grace is foreign

And it's laced with a paint that's orange

It feels and looks like that but sometimes

We negate the foreman, I can't wait

But I say nshalla cos I'm grateful for it

I can't wait but I say nshalla cos I'm grateful for it

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