HEROINE
I stand tall like a woman in hills
a word of thanks I wanna preach
to the woman who made me who I am
I am feeding on tears that made a pond
In your eyes when judgments fell hard as cyclone dineo overseas
I am a man strong as the nail
Of a rabbit I dig hard on success
Obstacles one the I bury
I took from my mother
Circumstances one thing we don't even count on
I saved when you couldn't sleep at night
Praying and praising
The biblical wording my Gun
Evil spirits i will shoot you
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