Texty:
Shelter The Purpose The Passion

Here?s a gift of pain, I see it now, at first I thought it was all unfound, yes, a gift of pain, a reminder to keep my feet back on the ground (Unfound

My own mind, can?t go on noddin?, something?s wrong, I must stand up, if there?s a problem excavate it before infection and we?re out of luck, no, I

I recognize this drive inside cause all my life kept me alive to push myself to work and strive to create a better life when all the world just seems

Not a hermit, not depressed, don?t mind bein? here comfortless, sometimes I know it?s best, just sit here with my mind Life is now and zooming by, the

My fuel?s on E But inside there?s a shred of hope, disharmony Hung myself with my own rope At each milestone I look back over my shoulder and move

I dreamt the other day that on this earth there was no such thing as race, respect was shown on all that grows on this great globe floatin? in space

Spent so many hours worried what people say Approvals and rejections and opinions of the day Of the day and I won?t take it serious or let those feelings

had list No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt Any help for shelter

different way of life The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night No shining crystal possessions set out for his display His purpose is to