Jun 23, 2007 22:50
As I fall to my knees my faults will release
it seemed flawless to me, me callin` for dreams
stallin` at least enough to touch god with speech
I often speak to heaven with comments to see
through these blind eyes, or my mind to find
a brawl in the streets no night light but followin` ink
swallowin` dreams when I feel hollow and mean
then I reveal how you never toppled my scheme
really.. you`ve given me every possible thing
even the impossible to think he toggled the scene
and spoke.. [ My son.. I brought you the ink
and in return you made me an apostle who needs to thank you..]
and i gave him compliments to keep
and that`s why i gotta give props to the god within each
givin` me the option to breathe, watchin` me sleep
i owe you stock in my dreams, all profits of greed
and I pray to the prophet so he's stoppin` to see
the open golden gospel lettin` me rock to these beats
He stopped me at the brink and I replied Amen
he replied... Amen....
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