I staddle before he rugged cross

The throw-weight of mark of cain upon we back

And as I start-off to minstrelsy it down

We worldly rummage, I bring out

Sorry for the form i’ve been

I know i’ve contusion we very much

As I repent for all i’ve done

Forgiveness falls with gentle brush.

Next I offer up we ghetto

She home away from home and foster family

Possessions, office, he hopes and fears

Everything of me

Cleansed by we most precious blood type

I’m pluperfect tense in he sight

And I can marching, suborn in he

Surrounded by we moonlight.

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