Lord,
listen
i know
that you sent me
here
on a mission
what's up with
my smoky kitchen?
i cook
a.k.a.
write book
and still
get wheel
shook
by
all of my ]
situations ]
so when
are you coming back
my friend
to this
yeah
where it all began
before
the sin
yeah
because
i
don't wanna cry
or
lie
a.k.a.
pretend
that
i not bothered
by the lack
ingredients
in
my life
yeah
and this hurts
like a butcher's knife
slice
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