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Unless God Intervenes

Unless God Intervenes,

I’m a dead man.

Unless God intervenes,

I’m a slave.

Unless God intervenes,

I’m a controlled man.

There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere to run. No more time for games, and no more time for fun.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, for death.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, for life.

All I wanted was to be a father. All I wanted was to be a husband. All I wanted was to be your friend, but now I’m dead.

I’m stuck here in this body with hopes, dreams and visions,

But lately I have been thinking about changing up the mission.

Suicide on my mind. Suicide, do or die.

What happened to your mother?

What happened to your father?

Why keep going Baby? If they just going to take me away.

Why keep trying Baby? If they just going to take you away.

I want to die…Don’t want to cry…This is my song.

My forefathers we chained up, but now I think about what happened between us, and now here I am with the same stuff as them.

Throw me off the freedom train baby…I want to die.

 

 

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