On "If You Feel Me"

May 27, 2005 14:39

They can't break me or shake me.
They too fake to come kill me.
Kind of waitin: it's scary.
All my years have prepared me
What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center
Right through a man's soul
Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart
I'm still alive, how did I make it this far
'cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
Every single night I pray
And God, I'm on this battleground, lost just waiting to be found
I guess it's just a warrior's way

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