I stumbled in these streets of mensch Dying on the living that i might comprehend A concept like purpose for worthy This mime by divine prophecies told am free If am meek in heart and mind Harbinger me in the veins And it tweak like raceme everyday That i might have wisdom to know But the sentinel that is your word Is all i need to grow back from where i'am I am saying all the lies for the ideal childish mind Convincing myself' well am too your brother Talking about em, 'king of the game with this is democratic name' Lowing that of truthful adjacent to be the subitise Built it all, waning on a whole lot of luck and its place Lord father am so humble to know that you were still Love to offer your grace on to me I am saying all the lies for the Ideal childish mind Convincing myself hyping to a system checking out talking about You doing real big but three deed no base Because 'all of the work it got of without honor' Built it all, waning on a whole lot of luck and its place Lord father am so humble to know that you were still Love to offer your grace on to me Lord father am so humble to know that you were still Love to offer your grace on to me Let me know for corrections- Comments are welcome-