As years pass by I needs Ya's wisdom more,
Us men are oh so drivin to command,
A President or on a soap box stand,
It matters not, menkind just want to roar.
Our Father humbles me no flight, can't soar,
And when I'm snared I pray "God send your hand,
and place me on the Rock from sifting sand
Come honor integrety we fight a war,"
You beast you're not a man, can you still think?
So fat so strong your are a phony King,
for as you steal and kill as you destroy,
your heart grows harder surely you will sink,
A true man worships God to Ya he 'll sing
For men were made to give Our Father joy.
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