The Man

Watch out
Watch out for the man
In his bag the ripest fruits to touch your hands
Death is almost eminent
If you can't redirect your eyes
You'll lose your head
Should've been afraid
Should've never ate what I was given
Now I live a life full of little light
But I'm still livin'
I give trust
I will fall because of it
It may be the death of me
Crowded are the streets at night
They all sing the truth and laugh as you walk by
Boarded up your ins and outs
For a chance to someday make it out alive
Should've been afraid
Should've never ate what I was given
Now I live a life full of little light
But I'm still livin'
I give trust
I will fall because of it
It may be the death of me



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Hagen Iv
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