Standing strong
If I were to die now,
Why would you care?
It's not like in the past you treated me fair,
I can't prevent the future,
Or rewind the past,
But while I’m alive,
I just need to ask,
Why me?
Out of every single person alive,
Why pick on the minority and tell them to die,
I guess it makes you happy when you seethe tears that we cry,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
So nice try,
I'm still here,
I see your fear
Yea the struggles you gave me,
I bounced back,
Like click clack,
Only heaven can save me,
I stand strong,
Like king kong
Jesus Christ has made me,
His servant,
I'm a volunteer,
This job des not pay me.
Yeah the angels are my fans
You hear them screaming real loud?
I'mma put on a show cause I got a big crowd.
I'mma soar like a plane right over the clouds,
I'mma let it shine and make you proud!
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