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just different

There’s no way to predict this ridiculous predicament
 

On the learning curve I swerve out of control take the wheel

Before I crash through the guard rail thrown through the window ceil
 

I’m impelled my wounds are deeper than the depths of the earth

Let’s just call it hell fire in Jacobs well a story has a twist and a tale
 

With every hit there’s a miss from the first day Eve kissed Adams lips

I’m just waking up from the day of my birth don’t preach to me
 

I don’t want to go to church I rather go to work instead

Lay down in my bed pick it up and walk when I am fed my daily bread
 

Manna in my left pocket mammon on my mind on my pillow no mint

The government is spent call the mint no love from the parliament
 

In my right pocket a ball of lint waiting for the president

Who I thought would knock out all of these dents who did I vote for
 

What was my hope for what is this rope for  Down on bended knee’s
 

My tongue confess to the one who’s the best this world is out of order
 

It’s a mess a painful eye sore creating more poor and closed doors

Digging deep to draw some water holding tightly to a quarter

The sheep are ready for the slaughter the clay is ready for the potter
 

The oven is getting hotter and hotter as life gets harder and harder

I’m just going to hold on tightly before this beast bites and I’m marked for life