Hats Off
Hats off, to the creator of my lifehats off, I offer my praises up to Christ
hats off, to a man that spilled His blood
hats off, to a world that's felt His love
I scope the underground where poverty dwells
within the depths of the darkest hells
all silence- no ringin' of church bells
sippin' from a stream of wishin wells
my hope resides in the light of the stars
a man seated on a throne on heaven's boulevard
no cars- we all walk on air, light as a feather
the skies are always clear, it's always perfect weather
sever the tides- but I never wished it be
on the end of a rope, or on the edge of the sea
I look beyond to the realm of infinity
and I feel the power and tip my hat to the trinity
Destruction rides on the wings of death
but I'm blessed by the power that I possess
I confess that I am a sinner
but it's hats off when I sit with my Lord for dinner
I pray, I play. I stay I will wait for tomorrow
I'll choose to lose at this game that I follow
It's hats off for respect, no questions asked
you might joke with your peers, but it's disrespect I lack
call me a slocuh, cuz I sit all day on the couch
but disrespect my father and it's a punch in the mouth
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