I gotta rise, I'm sick of your lies
And I won't
You stabbed me in the back over a sliver
A feeling
A blind man asked an angel
Could you please help
But was
Bow down to no one
Bow down to none
Straight down
Been going
Been
Bitterness infested, justice is molested
Govern my contested ways
As a child
And I watched through bitter eyes
As the blood filled in
I want you to know this
I want you to know