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Breaking It Down
Street preach, break it down for the peeps Tell 'em what the Invisible eyes in the skies see Street preacher, break it down for the people Tell 'em what all the homogenized lies in disguise be Even when you give them the hardwood truth, they still call you woodpecker crazy I remember how you laid it all out to me once before Divined the Scrabble tiles on the basement floor, at the psychiatric hospital I see the years have treated you well, harnessing the uncanny ability to foretell Too bad no one truly listens to you, Nazarenes are always treated like they're fools But I'm glad to see you still grinding with those sharp spiritual tools Keep on street preaching, keep on awaking the lost peeps that are sleep Day job: shepherd the grazing sheep Night job: guide them to God's grace safely Fold your sackcloth neatly after you're no longer permitted to speak openly I hear those sirens coming to get you, street preach Coming to carry your voice far away out of reach When you're gone, who will break the truth down to the people? O Lord, I beseech, will it be me who will now have to teach?
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