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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
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I will fear no evil, for you are with me |
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Your rod and your staff, they comfort me |
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I honestly grow insecure as I get older |
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Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder |
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Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll |
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45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul |
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I' m scared of letting go, I don' t know what the future holds |
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My nightmares are having nightmares |
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I' m quite scared of what' s right and fair |
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How I fear an eternity |
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Will I hear well done when he turn to me? |
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Will I hear you care too much about |
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All this stuff that really don' t matter? |
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You chase the wind and you don' t want it |
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Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder |
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What' s after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? |
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Will I end up emptyhanded when I stand before my master? |
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Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? |
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Add in my selfish ambition |
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All the while, subtracting what matters |
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I don' t know |
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At late nights, I can' t sleep |
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Will I fall? Will I peep? |
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Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me |
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And they watching, and they watching |
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And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' |
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At late nights, I can' t sleep |
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Counting cash, counting sheep |
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Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me |
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And I' m watching, and I' m watching |
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And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' it all |
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In high school, we tried to act all tough |
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I remember a couple times, I couldn' t back that up |
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Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos |
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Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside |
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If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like |
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I ain' t never scared, never scared, never scared |
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I' m lying, I' m scared of these thoughts in my head |
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I' m scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge |
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When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle |
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Then, I turn around and buckle |
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Under stress and under pressure |
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Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson |
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But I rather not address it |
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Address that' s in depression |
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I' m scared if I confess it |
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That you gon' look at me like I' m something less |
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And I' m such a mess |
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C' est lui qui a peur d' admettre ses craintes |
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et c' est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter |
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On trouve la liberté dans la confession |
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et la liberté dans la reconnaissance |
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And it just so happen, I' m wrestling with my status |
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I' m trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness |
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They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts |
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Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house |
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Some just keep me around, I wonder what that' s about |
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Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose |
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But, I' m comfortable in my skin |
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While they just pretending they clothes |
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I' m scared of falling and failing |
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In front of all of my foes |
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And I feel some friends are unfaithful |
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So, I keep my small circle closed |
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I don' t want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors |
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I' ma tell that truth till it kill me |
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I' m chilling with my Creator |
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Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters |
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For the ones that think I forgot him |
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And the ones who won' t let me say |
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I ain' t scared no mo' |
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At late nights, I can' t sleep |
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Will I fall? Will I peep? |
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Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me |
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And they watching, and they watching |
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And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' |
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At late nights, I can' t sleep |
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Counting cash, counting sheep |
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Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me |
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And I' m watching, and I' m watching |
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And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking about it all |
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Everybody always |
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They got something to say rather you like it or not |
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Everybody always |
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They gon' have something to say |
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Baby, don' t take it to heart |
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Japanese part |