Trip Lee

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wish [?] fruit was bitter

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Creation’s groaning, lost their hope and feel they always closed in Lots to cope with, on the ropes, wish they was in the open This broken world is so dim, our souls are searching, groping For one with hope to hold us close, and set goodness in motion I remember growing up in Dallas, I thought me and my close kin Was more than straight, our folks was great, not broke that paper flowed in Not boasting man, just saying in my brain I didn’t know then That all went wrong, and it just can’t go right like a broke pen My mind was blind and cloaked in, but then that foolishness departed I saw this thing’s an ocean, and we just tryna swim real far but But can’t nobody float when we ain’t got boats or no fins We need a hero to go in, cause our solutions don’t win Education can’t fix it, more dough just leads to more sin Medicine is temporary, government seems so thin With all these weighty problems, that ain’t shrinking they just growing Who’s adequate to save us, how about He knew no sin?
Like a G5 yeah you rushed to rescue me

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