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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 (brake) 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, uh Uh, uh ooh