A Poet's Signature
Anno IV
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Now to breakdown the characteristics of an apologetic Empathetic, prophetic, pathetic man Gotta reinvent the position, the mission, what's in his hands What's in his plans, who's in the stands, does he have fans Hypocritical deeds, turn into (principles/principals) As if (teaching) them in schools wasn't enough to be (pivotal) He (pivots) 'round, looking for the (onlookers) Making sure they're watching before he releases (grands) Never mind that, he's just taking what he's reaping And sowing when he's teaching, yet growing out of season And this might be the reason why church is looked at as corrupt When the very preachers teaching are living off the bucks They could use to rebuild the community, or be in unity or See opportunities to learn, as if it's the turning point to see concern in points I guess he's me too, I got greed too When it starts with mission, through this composition We're subdued to be faced with guilt I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe Now take into account (I don't mean banks) He's depositing his ounce (I don't need thanks) He knows beggars only pout (he don't need that) Born into wealth, never measures because he has no limits Never thinking 'bout the people who have had no dinners Yet he calls out for your wallet, preaching cash, no sinning But he's only getting richer, as his empire is building Misleading the children, thinking they should give in or they villains Never mind that, he's just seeking what he's given Yet, feeling out of prison, while others lack attention And this might be the reason why catholicism is evil Its more about the money and way less about the people Tearing down the bible, cause they follow what they make up Praying for redemption, but where is it for aimed guns Blind following blind, and I just want them to wake up But I guess that's me too, I got greed too When it starts with mission, through this composition We're subdued to be faced with guilt I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe Well if it's a journey then Put me on the right path Well if it's a journey then Put me on the right path Cause I got greed too When it starts with mission, through this composition We're subdued to be faced with guilt I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves Where the culture leaves, I can hardly breathe It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves, I can hardly breathe I got greed too I know I should be calm and I know I shouldn't persist But how am I supposed to feel when being called white is considered a diss I don't waste my waits, I fly away on my way Let me down, I've fallen again Oh, I've fallen again But by ways that I write this poet's signature I will cross my paths, I will right But oh, I've fallen again By which measure should I hold you (So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon I know I'm about to fall But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon) On a case to case basis You can see through my face, I'm scarred You can see through my eyes, I'm lost You can see by my slouch, my loss But my tears come last Let me hold 'em back Maybe if I wasn't a hypocrite, I'm fixing it, but just pay me slack You gave me eyes to lie, gifted me with face to hide Gave me body body language to feel but I paid you back I went to church didn't I? And I paid my tithes At times not so many, but my pay's not high Prayed I'd abide, make me aim so high That building let me down So I fell down, and found I don't need a community to be steady keeping me sound All I need is you, but where are you? Seems like I lost my crown, playing lost and found, God! I don't waste my waits, I fly away on my way Let me down, I've fallen again Oh, I've fallen again But by ways that I write this poet's signature I will cross my paths, I will right But oh, I've fallen again By which measure should I hold you (So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon I know I'm about to fall But if I fall now, I'll say my grace, say my grace soon Say my grace, say my grace, say my grace soon) On a case to case basis Let me breathe So hard to keep enemy on a leash I start to think my remedy is to preach Yet often lack the better peace to compete What I mean by that? Man, my deeds don't match What I'm saying, delaying, because I feed off (saps) Will I (grow)? No And my bitter (fruit) grows weak Seeing as you're mighty, maybe you should prove your feats And leave us breathing heavy when the stones beneath our feet Crumble, humbled by the sea's defeat Basically praying that fake little Satan won't wait in our basement and prey on our faces I wanna believe it's a lie, but it's grown on me Now God's imbedded in this soul, so deep I wanna surrender my life to you Seems like I've lost my crown, playing lost and found, God! Say my name oh It's like I've, it's like I've lost my identity It's like I've lost my identity Let me breathe, so hard to keep enemy on a leash So hard to keep enemy on a leash, I find I've fallen again As my heart starts to burn, I think I find this breath In time I felt too stern, for most that's what I regret Instead of feeling hurt, I grew to learn and accept I'd say I'm glad I learned, but I always feel regret I'm tired of pointing fingers, I find I'm just joining foes I'm tired of all these faces, complacent on blaming those In charge like I don't have control over my own life Is it God, or is it me, man I'm tired of all this strife Man I'm tired of subliminal messages through this book Tired of having faith, all I wanna have is a look I'm tired of being tired, my tiredness got me louder And certainly decreased my sleep by numbers of hours Being tired got me feeling on all of these old emotions No pride, no sympathy, so hype, no energy Being tired got me feeling on all of these old emotions No pride, no sympathy, so hype, no energy If I run, I know my veins would hold me back If I stay, my home won't be the same as last Let me feel this zone, I promise it's in my past Grace over mercy, whenever I'm feeling worthy, my brain is under attack
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