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letra de grant your mercy - clique 9

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grant your mercy:

verse 1: macnifficent
“its twelve o’clock in the morning
on my knees saying a prayer;
in this disastrous life that’s something that’s very rare

‘solitude’

my heart was filled with endless faults
i was embedded in the claws of these deceptive cults

the word of god was too sharp for my blunt ears
when he spoke i would always tremble in fears
i would be condemned by whatever my ear hears
was all alone, couldn’t tell family or my peers!

i won’t lie!
my life is like a dusty road
and every car that drives upon it will never get towed
i’m independently dependent on my atrial node
that’s the mark my thoughts created and i would decode

living life to accentuate the present when the past still breeds
i know i’m benevolent but my heart still pleads
lord, on your heavenly throne
when i cry unto you, hear my cry!”

verse 2: poetic seed
i was a pillar
the imaginary vision of a dream
entangled and bound
strapped to focus on what it means:

i live within a day caressed by motion
bliss infested by a notion;
that my mother held on, even though
they wanted abortion!

till this day i stay strong
a love child that connected two chains of lovers
by purpose even through gravel on tar piercing through concrete
sentimentally formulating a scar
cause from this view i see many
but not really any like me:

compressed by the curse
purified by the verse;
i breathe my struggles and pains mainly
through the life that i lead

i’ve seen:
the tears in my mother’s smile
her heart speaks
enchantress of vigor and honor
coming from a place bigger than pride;
who lived in basic life extraordinary
affiliations measure faith it all came to be blurry;
intuition was so route that i’d never taken
and i’ll never listen to a consciousness logic forsaken
what’cha sayin’

bridge: (mac)
lord please, give me strength
the world is coming to an end
where to from here?
i was born a sinner
only you can make me better

outro: (mac)
i ain’t working for the money
i ain’t working for the fame
i ain’t longing for benefits; i just want to see your face
i’m still puzzled and these days
are moving at great pace
i aspire to go through troubles
as long as it’s for your name;
god!
i know i’m a sinner
don’t deserve to be where i am
but you are the winner
i wish
(to be in heaven one day x4)
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