| He’d like to break ya, |
| Put a gun to your back and try to take ya, |
| Couldn’t run from the facts, |
| He gotta make ya, |
| Suffer cause you love the name (?) and act profane, |
| Never let him hold back ya flame, |
| You’re better than that, the devil can’t change ya, |
| On the same level with the disciples of kings, |
| Your value is never mentioned by the price of your things. |
| Your life is worth more than that, |
| Your body is built to weather any storm in fact, |
| We are never meant for any harm, relax, |
| See the stars in Heaven? |
| You were born for that. |
| Why the angels blowin' horns, cause you’re back from the dead |
| In the middle of a war you’re trapped in your head. |
| I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead, |
| and keep the pace til the hunger of this child is fed. |
| He’d like to blame ya, |
| get a hold of your life and try to tame ya. |
| The force behind the divorce of all nature, |
| Running it’s course is the source of all danger. |
| Got a habit of ignoring the stranger, |
| No matter how you have it we are all in danger. |
| Some will laugh at you, some will call to change ya (?), |
| some will blast at ya, yo your drawin' the same blood. |
| Walk in these killin' fields, |
| Feel some of (?) the pain our children feel, |
| Restorin' the Name and the Will we yield, |
| We join in the same because we will be healed. |
| And we will overcome this depression, and the power we succumb to will shower |
| these blessings. |
| When in the hour of questioning, just remember the flowers and how God dresses |
| them. |
| Forget what they told ya; love is real, expect it to hold ya. |
| The struggle you feel is helping to mold ya, |
| This hunger is real and it’s felt in the soul. |
| Ya better never let him control ya. |
| Together as soldiers forever we’ll throw ya, |
| Never know what will try to over throw ya. |
| Lie to you and (?) you and deny that they know ya. |
| Who am I if i can’t be the person I was created to be? |
| I write a verse and relate it to me. |
| On the subject of worth I hesitated as I painted the scene, |
| Heavy laden with the pain of a dream the Son’s sun. |
| I’m to blame when refraining to reach for someone, |
| We’re the same on the surface from the dirt we all come, |
| No matter where we are from we’re still lookin' at one sun. |
| He’d like to break ya, |
| Put a gun to your back and try to take ya, |
| Couldn’t run from the facts, |
| He gotta make ya, |
| Suffer cause you love the name (?) and act profane, |
| Never let him hold back ya flame, |
| You’re better than that, the devil can’t change ya, |
| On the same level with the disciples of kings, |
| Your value is never mentioned by the price of your things. |
| Your life is worth more than that, |
| Your body is built to weather any storm in fact, |
| We are never meant for any harm, relax, |
| See the stars in Heaven? |
| You were born for that. |
| Why the angels blowin' horns, cause you’re back from the dead |
| In the middle of a war you’re trapped in your head. |
| I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead, |
| and keep the pace til the hunger of this child is fed. |