It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes
Some pay the price, while others refine
Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you
And Wisdom is the principle thing for Kings and Queens
(repeat 2X)
Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song
From a violin, trapped like Daniel's in the Lion's Den
Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of Leviathan
Souls blowin in the violent winds
God help us, if we die in sign, I hear the trials
In the cries of men, that's when the riot begins
Like things never get better, we forever
Servin Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors
Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures
Sharp dressers, smart professors
Start my lecture, I build lyrics like a art director
Show it to you like the film projector
Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle
Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces
Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble
Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like
There's no escapin, the clutches of Satan
Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient
Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip
Politics and number slip
Some pay the price, while others refine
Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you
And Wisdom is the principle thing for Kings and Queens
(repeat 2X)
Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song
From a violin, trapped like Daniel's in the Lion's Den
Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of Leviathan
Souls blowin in the violent winds
God help us, if we die in sign, I hear the trials
In the cries of men, that's when the riot begins
Like things never get better, we forever
Servin Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors
Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures
Sharp dressers, smart professors
Start my lecture, I build lyrics like a art director
Show it to you like the film projector
Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle
Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces
Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble
Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like
There's no escapin, the clutches of Satan
Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient
Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip
Politics and number slip
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