I try to fly up high to the sky, so I can reroute my eyes, see past your disguise,
reveal all the lies, ya'll are all crooked guys, selling out like fries,
most in the game love it, but above it I'll rise,
I want nothing to do, with your blocks and your grams,
I'll only serve one master. and that be the Lamb,
who was slain, for sick souls He came,
He rose in victory, but only after much pain,
What's with all death, well, sin is it's nickname,
I mean what's it gonna take for folks to make the connection,
That when you break from God's law you break out of perfection,
and if we're destroying ourselves, where we gonna find protection.
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