Wuhsahbee - Ordinary faces

Featherweight
Used to be tethered to weight
When it was taken, I was grateful
I had meddling pain
Where was escape
I couldn't find it
But I was found, dumbfounded by my blindness
They say your highness is speaking
When the Highest of the highest
Is higher than high priestess
In dire need of Jesus
Living Word reminds us of the thesis
We point, shoot, click print
And fold it in our jeans, it's
Needless to say
The needle in the stack of hay
Had it's way, but
Only for a while 'till it found a better way
Batter up at home,
That had me focused on them plates
Where my foot is placed,
Sweet smelling victory, I'm caked UP
Paced base to base
They just ate the waste
Flakey folks don't know the role of hasty grace
Erase the race, and looking at what we facing
Just a couple of people with
Ordinary faces

Written by:
Fernando Henriquez

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