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Lord, I wanna lift up to you
What my hands are too weak to reach
I wanna lift up to you
What my strength simply cannot touch
Lord I wanna lift up to you the place where I’ve grown
O Lord I’ve seen my country burn
How can I watch with everything that I’ve learned?
I’ve seen them cry
I’ve heard them shout
But still it’s hard For me to reach out
I’ve seen this country as youth, turn away from the truth
History repeats itself, because the love that we lose
Tellin’ me, complexities, of reality, presently
But foundationally, were shaking uninterruptedly, violently
Watch this city shake, in the form of a kid
Once again got lost in the state of living in the the impoverished
Where being rich in the future is getting caught in a glitch
Where muscle atrophy in limbs, from starving, is like an itch
Inch by inch, we dig our selves deeper in this ditch
They say its growth of a nation; I say it’s adding a stitch
To a rotting wound, of a dead womb, it’s our tomb
That we choose, in our room, of 51 stars sewn
Soon, I could figure that maybe the end is near
But that don’t stop from fighting, and wiping all them shining tears
That shows my country has a heart, it’s not to late to start
If she could cry to me, than she still got a beat in her heart
So take it away, the *** of kids in their place
Where they can’t sleep at night, cause the fear of their faith
O take it away, the gate that locked us away
And kept us trapped in a state, where we forgotten Your face
O take it away, the hunger that starves our face
That made us forget the reason why we live in this place
Oh take it away, don’t let us burn in this place
It’s not too late, to rearrange the face of the states
O Lord I’ve seen my country burn
How can I watch with everything that I’ve learned?
I’ve seen them cry
I’ve heard them shout
But still it’s hard For me to reach out
Is this my last step? I can’t walk much longer
It’s the darkness, we keep each other stronger
It’s the harvest, the end ain’t much farther
This is the hardest, cause satan’s burnin’ good fodder
Our political dilemma and cultural status
Is rooted to the heart of a man, passively claimin’, brittle fathoms
And every time he makes change, gets blown away
Raining a government, reigning specifically for selfish gains
Country’s shirts off, her flesh soaked in blood
With no shoes on, walking through corpses made of sludge
Making it hard to turn around, without a frown
Don’t look down to the ground; it hurts seeing our buried crown
Dying days, won’t go away - perpetual pain
Struggles untamed, cause our country’s heart remains unchanged
Like the drops rain that never dry away
Are parallel to the faces to that forgotten Your name
O take it away, *** victims in the Philippines
Children prostitution rings, in families, for loose change
Take it away, drunkenness in our face
Makin’ fathers go home, beatin’ their wives everyday
O take it away, pollution stuck in this land
Makin’ a deep breath, make a 6 feet deep man
O take it away, reasons for non-proactive lives
We don’t need a new president, we need faith in Christ
O Lord, I’ve seen my country burn
How can I watch with everything that I’ve learned?