Faith in a nutshell

August 30, 2017

I'm just going through the motions, just competing with my actions

Never slowing for a moment, always preached what I ain't practice

The controller of the holy tried to reach his hand, I grabbed it

But I'm holdin on to only what I see so I ain't have shit

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