Have I not tried enough to break the wrong colours of my shoulders
Do you not see that my air is connected to your actions
But yet you bless me with thoughts my mind cannot read
Look at me digging and digging for fresh kinda fruit I seem not to find
And you sit like a king in Egypt
But my mind tells me zero take all his numbers
I have become bright but your rain has become is still my cloud
Have I not buried lives of love in honour of your grace
You won't make me your hate
My heart, I set free
Do not fall and break
