A Poet's Signature

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Now to breakdown the characteristics of an apologetic
Empathetic, prophetic, pathetic man
Gotta reinvent the position, the mission, what's in his hands
What's in his plans, who's in the stands, does he have fans
Hypocritical deeds, turn into (principles/principals)
As if (teaching) them in schools wasn't enough to be (pivotal)
He (pivots) 'round, looking for the (onlookers)
Making sure they're watching before he releases (grands)
Never mind that, he's just taking what he's reaping
And sowing when he's teaching, yet growing out of season
And this might be the reason why church is looked at as corrupt
When the very preachers teaching are living off the bucks
They could use to rebuild the community, or be in unity or
See opportunities to learn, as if it's the turning point to see concern in points
I guess he's me too, I got greed too

When it starts with mission, through this composition
We're subdued to be faced with guilt
I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe

Now take into account (I don't mean banks)
He's depositing his ounce (I don't need thanks)
He knows beggars only pout (he don't need that)
Born into wealth, never measures because he has no limits
Never thinking 'bout the people who have had no dinners
Yet he calls out for your wallet, preaching cash, no sinning
But he's only getting richer, as his empire is building
Misleading the children, thinking they should give in or they villains
Never mind that, he's just seeking what he's given
Yet, feeling out of prison, while others lack attention
And this might be the reason why catholicism is evil
Its more about the money and way less about the people
Tearing down the bible, cause they follow what they make up
Praying for redemption, but where is it for aimed guns
Blind following blind, and I just want them to wake up
But I guess that's me too, I got greed too

When it starts with mission, through this composition
We're subdued to be faced with guilt
I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe

Well if it's a journey then
Put me on the right path
Well if it's a journey then
Put me on the right path
Cause I got greed too

When it starts with mission, through this composition
We're subdued to be faced with guilt
I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe

It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves, I can hardly breathe
I got greed too

I know I should be calm and I know I shouldn't persist
But how am I supposed to feel when being called white is considered a diss

I don't waste my waits, I fly away on my way 
Let me down, I've fallen again
Oh, I've fallen again
But by ways that I write this poet's signature 
I will cross my paths, I will right
But oh, I've fallen again
By which measure should I hold you

(So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon
Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon
I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon
Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon)

On a case to case basis
You can see through my face, I'm scarred
You can see through my eyes, I'm lost
You can see by my slouch, my loss
But my tears come last
Let me hold 'em back
Maybe if I wasn't a hypocrite, I'm fixing it, but just pay me slack
You gave me eyes to lie, gifted me with face to hide
Gave me body body language to feel but I paid you back
I went to church didn't I? And I paid my tithes
At times not so many, but my pay's not high
Prayed I'd abide, make me aim so high
That building let me down
So I fell down, and found
I don't need a community to be steady keeping me sound
All I need is you, but where are you?
Seems like I lost my crown, playing lost and found, God!

I don't waste my waits, I fly away on my way
Let me down, I've fallen again
Oh, I've fallen again
But by ways that I write this poet's signature 
I will cross my paths, I will right
But oh, I've fallen again
By which measure should I hold you

(So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon
Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon
I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon
Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon)

On a case to case basis
Let me breathe
So hard to keep enemy on a leash
I start to think my remedy is to preach
Yet often lack the better peace to compete
What I mean by that?
Man, my deeds don't match
What I'm saying, delaying, because I feed off (saps)
Will I (grow)? No
And my bitter (fruit) grows weak
Seeing as you're mighty, maybe you should prove your feats
And leave us breathing heavy when the stones beneath our feet
Crumble, humbled by the sea's defeat
Basically praying that fake little Satan won't wait in our basement and prey on our faces
I wanna believe it's a lie, but it's grown on me
Now God's imbedded in this soul, so deep
I wanna surrender my life to you
Seems like I've lost my crown, playing lost and found, God!

Say my name oh
It's like I've, it's like I've lost my identity
It's like I've lost my identity
Let me breathe, so hard to keep enemy on a leash
So hard to keep enemy on a leash, I find I've fallen again

As my heart starts to burn, I think I find this breath
In time I felt too stern, for most that's what I regret
Instead of feeling hurt, I grew to learn and accept
I'd say I'm glad I learned, but I always feel regret

I'm tired of pointing fingers, I find I'm just joining foes
I'm tired of all these faces, complacent on blaming those
In charge like I don't have control over my own life
Is it God, or is it me, man I'm tired of all this strife
Man I'm tired of subliminal messages through this book
Tired of having faith, all I wanna have is a look
I'm tired of being tired, my tiredness got me louder
And certainly decreased my sleep by numbers of hours
Being tired got me feeling on all of these old emotions
No pride, no sympathy, so hype, no energy
Being tired got me feeling on all of these old emotions
No pride, no sympathy, so hype, no energy

If I run, I know my veins would hold me back
If I stay, my home won't be the same as last
Let me feel this zone, I promise it's in my past
Grace over mercy, whenever I'm feeling worthy, my brain is under attack

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