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I got to find my way to higher ground
Before the rain comes falling down
Too many others drown just standing around
Sleeping too late don’t want to wake
The saddest story ever told is it’s too late
To turn around get your feet back on the ground
Old man winter wore out his welcome
We grew tired of playing in the snow
Too many ice sickles still it’s hard to see it go
When the sun rise will kill those with no hope
Those with no creative way to cope
Nowhere for the children to play or go
How is this supposed to be so I know
I also know it’ criminal decode the
Subliminal innuendos the truth will
Make you tremble to get under this
One must be limbo thread the needle
With a thimble it’s more than enough
To go around it came up when Adam
Tilled the ground it’s the secrets that
Holds us down heads are tales
The people will love the prophet
The people will fear God it’s hard
To love your greatest fear
