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Reality (Well It's Time)

Forever I sing chants of dreams from my heart, From my heart.... Is where forever truly starts.... Clock with no hands is considered digital, Which are times in which we live.... Life's so critical... Poor people dream, Rich people gloat, The beast roams the planet... While many people hope... I know... God does see the love in my heart... Determined to conquer... Everyday everybody's end does start... We don't live forever... Well In Heaven we do... I must really be one of God's favorites.... This is true.... There's no place to run, No place to hide, I've failed, I've fallen, And still stood, with tears in my eyes... The clock with no hands... Doesn't tell me nothing... Can't tell me nothing... Won't tell me nothing.... So... I won't know when my blessings do come When it's my time to die.. So a nigga can't run.. That's reality...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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