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letra de the burning - scribbling idiots

intro: wonder brown
the guide that lights my way
starts in the dusk of day
and dreams when the rugged play
the guide that lights my way…

verse 1: elias
up in the morning before the sun rises
just one of my many sacrifices
the freeway hums in the background
two choices, stand up or back down
i got my cross in the corner
it’s heavy and hard to shoulder
like sisyphus i feel like i’m pushing a boulder
and i get tired, my light gets dim
and it’s more about me, and less about him
and i’m trying to figure out how i can begin
’cause i don’t really see the start, i’m seeing the end
i get lost in my dreams and plans for the future
so if you need me god, go ahead just use me
i’m up in the morning before the sun rises
just one of my many sacrifices
and the freeway hums in the background

hook (x2): mouf warren & ef cuttin
wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning
believe what you heard ’cause you know that i wrote this
for the hungry and under underprivileged
we just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures

verse 2: wonder brown
the battle lies within as i’m crying again
sign, sealed, delivered what’s inside, what i send
sin being the symptom of a sign to my end
bringing it back to reside in the wind
no i can’t be phased or even fathom of a life that isn’t action
packed when the fact remains that pain’s a track record
still spinning in the back drop of my still frame
thankful of the cold air that chills and until pain
constricts the lungs and equips what’s stunned
to project the smoke that slopes from this wishful tongue
that spits the dew from those with a choice to choose and a voice to use
that submits to the noise of silence when it’s poised to prove
that what’s to come starts in the lungs
churned from the same vein that imparts what’s been done
the power of christ compels to move this man pouring this song
with the depths of my breath from the morning until dawn

verse 3: cas metah
for more than half of my life i’ve had this p-ssion to write
raps the average cats didn’t like
kind of like the p-ssion of christ, the vocab was foreign to them
or maybe their blood diamonds were more important to them
either way i knew i’d need to escape
and seek a place where people relate to heathens with faith
’cause my legs don’t move with the body like the river dance
i’m alone and misunderstood, i’m edward scissorhands
this is a man’s world, this ain’t a children’s tale
that’s why after one dark night a lot of christian’s bail
a lot of missions fail
but i don’t let the thought process get me down i spit this hail
through the clouds every sunrise
i ride shotgun ’til sunset and run miles with one breath
come test the one next to none
and while you doing what they done did, i’ll do what ain’t been done yet

outro (x2): wonder brown
the guide that lights my way
starts in the dusk of day
and dreams when the rugged play

- scribbling idiots

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