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Church Of Rhythm Not Perfect

I would respect and I would care about I thought if I was all these things that maybe I could learn to love myself cuz I'm not perfect, not put together

I would respect and I would care about I thought if I was all these things that maybe I could learn to love myself cuz I'm not perfect, not put together

thought tomorrow would be easier If we went on without you But my friend it's a lie, please hold on, call for help Oh my friend it's your life, you are not

slogan God be real to me, and heal this darkness in my faith I may not understand, but there is God I may feel alone, but I have God Imay not believe

I know the wrong, I know the right I see the black, I see the white But when it's not so cut and dried, oh no How do I seek to mediate, Freedom afforded

a Christian family I wanted to please my parents I wanted them to be so proud of me So I took their faith and I learned their religion And I went to a church

like apartments with Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm, move crowds with kinetic wisdom It's like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him I want him got not

apartments with Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm Move crowds with kinetic wisdom It's like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him I want him got not

happening to me and at night there's a rhythm to the darkness pulling like a train it let's me know I'm home it tells me so that I'm not alone chorus