paroles de chanson The Prologue (Intro) - Napier Quinn

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A story bout a kid with lofty dreams and ambitions
Who only sought truth because he felt you needed wisdom
Guided by God and the love inside his system
Marked Q by June, what would be different if they had missed him
Symptoms synonymous with psychosis
Rose above the deep like divine lotus
How dare shouldn't do it shouldn't try
Crash landed on earth from somewhere up in the skies
If it leads to demise wonder why I ever wrote this
If I rewrote a million times would someone notice
The story of a kid who never folded
Who'd shake the devil's hand never ever plan to hold it
Hailing from across the ocean
Where weather rains the coldest
Trauma emboldens the poets to those that know them closest
But dreams are for kids is what they told us
And clay soldiers what they try to mold us
Cole said "No More Kings"
Should we fear the price of freedom and what freedom brings?
No
We should value people and devalue things
Twisted truth's a little ugly, Lord do they sting
Man measured by valor, empowering
Plan to stand tall above demons see them cowering
But, maybe that's a story for another day
Maybe this story ends another way
Another chapter on a page another bed I lay
Another rapper on a stage another price I pay
Diamonds amongst the rubble
Rabble of rebels fighting devils
All gas no brakes on this ride with broken pedals
Give us roses while we here
Blindfold me nail my hands let Jesus steer
No fear the world here nor there is left in disrepair
Hereafter fill my life with light and wash away despair
And save some seats if we make it to them stairs

Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations
Before the mountains were brought forth or
Ever you had formed the earth and the world
Even from everlasting to everlasting
You are God
The days of our lives are 70 years
And if by reason of strength they are 80 years
Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow
For it is soon cut off and we fly away