pain has turned to hate Symptoms of stagnation are coming to an end Solitude's frustration has been our only friend Now we must break free Mercy is no virtue
[Verse 1:] Through all of the hurt and the pain, through all the stormy nights and the hard rain, through all of the trails that you go through, God
[Chorus:] Jesus paid the ransom with His blood, said He rescued me and He washed my sins away. Jesus paid the ransom with His blood, said He rescued
[Verse 1:] Miracle after miracle, I can't count the times You undergirded me. You loosed the chains and removed the shame, You kept my mind from hurting
My child please come home I?m waiting for you I feel your pain I want to comfort you I know you Think that its Too late to come home No, I welcome you
[Verse 1:] I called up Karima, Heather, and told em' that lately I've been feelin' that we need a little somethin' we can groove to, you know, somethin
[Verse 1:] Is it somebody on a corner, or someone on a subway, or a baby with a baby, selling her body for money? I know that you've seen them, a
[Verse 1:] It's a wonderful thing to go to sleep and wake up in the morning, and you're breathin'. It's a wonderful thing to see the sun light shine
[Verse 1:] In a world that seems so fake, artificial everything; oh I just want be real, I gotta say how I feel, can't wait. Always looking at myself
[Intro:] Uh-uh, yeah, yeah. [Verse 1:] In a world that seems so fake, artificial everything, I know you wanna be real (I wanna be real). In the mirror
(Jack White/Mark Spiro) You always run to me Whenever she leaves you We trade philosophy But nothing can free you Too many poison arrows hit The heart
You always run to me whenever he leaves you We trade philosophy but nothing can free you Too many poisoned arrows hit The heart you try to hide Can't
me I am a waste of breath, of space, of time" I knew a woman, she was dignified and true And her love for her man was one of her many virtues Until
These moments won't belong to you, tomorrow Well here I am, here I stand, here I be Behind this mic tryin'a set my life free Let my shit be testimony
Anxiety's calling You live near your fellow to escape yourself You try to be proud of it As a virtue, I can read in your lack of sense Living, screaming
all down before the king You want to be whole, you want to have purpose inside You want to have virtue and purify your mind You want to be set free
're the world's last authentic playboys. We were born thirty years too late. Though we're blessed with savoir-faire and rare POISE, both these virtues
you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak of your virtue
