Guilty

It's not a bird its not a plane it was my ego trust me
Coz everybody down to earth could never even touch me
I was born an evil baby coz my in was ugly
Until the in was on the out call it seed of chucky
In the race of life I was in the wind lane
I guess that there's a reason why they call it wind vane
Because chasing after wind is just in vain
Coz we don't know where it's going or from where it came
But Jesus helped me leave all that behind to my surprise
But I wonder why I keep on falling every time I rise
I think I get it now my rising is the sickness
Instead of rising on my own Christ should do the lifting
A plane never takes off from the sky does it
So if you wanna touch the sky you gotta try hugging
The plane that's on the ground coz once it takes off
You will know great heights instead of great falls
It's hard to play a hero when the villain is the victim
It's hard to preach freedom by beginning with conviction
Not everyone is innocent coz evidence is missing
Though it happens coz we know the glitches in the system



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Writer(s): Pascal Bwembya
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