Something going on, I feel funny can't tell me nothing different
Intuition setting in, I read between the lines of your eyes to your brows,
The handshake ain't matching the smile
I sit alone in my 4 cornered room staring at heaven
I know my mind ain't playing tricks on me
I hear this voice in the back of my mind like man tighten up your circle
Before they hurt you, Read they body language
Play your cards, go against all odds
Shoot for the moon if you miss, you still amongst those stars
Why do i speak blasphemy?
Knowing one day that he'll ask for me
Ask for my sins, No one will feel his wrath for me
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