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There's this story I've been tellin,

And a song I've always sung.

On my corner standin, yellin,

But today I bite my tongue.

Why do I need a Savior? And just what is he saving me from?

My life and my behavior? All the crap I do to have fun?

Am I sure that I can't just run?

Am I sure that I'm all done?

Don't know if I'm ready to come,

My nerves are dead, I'm feeling numb.



The stories that you've read to me,

With real hope in your voice,

Still living, not quite dead to me,

But, can I make this choice?

I haven't chosen yet to grieve,

But I'm not sure I can believe.

I don't believe you'd fake it.

But still I just can't take it,

Though, I could never leave.

Maybe harder than I choose to make it,

Wipe my tears on my sleeve.



That magic it once brought me,

To know I had a heart,

Till something, somewhere caught me,

And ripped it all apart.

The mysticism crippled.

The satisfaction gone.

Tell me, is it still cold?

Back where I belong?



Once I fell into this,

I could not climb back.

Through your eyes and your kiss,

Or through your heart so black.

Driven through my blindness,

Drowning in the sky.

Fearless in my mindless,

Pounding state of mind.



Bringin up issues that just ain't pertinent,

You're just hurtin it.

I've got much more than I'm workin with.

Most y'all don't give two squirts of piss.

You just blame it on your circumstance,

But I say it's cuz your selfishness,

And your ignorance,

No integrity involved with this.

You tried grabbin this, but ain't havin this,

Just too weak and slow, you just stab and miss.

      - Lo Ruhamah