On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

Just to be the one You call in When you're lost to yourself I will understand you I will serve you well I'll suffer when you leave me Stand out in parallel And I will recognize you I will raise an army

Blowing through the air There's a natural mystic If you listen carefully now you will hear This could be the first trumpet Might as well be the last Many more will have to suffer Many more will have to die Don't ask me why I won't tell no lie

(Slowly we'll learn) The sun burnt out today Fools are dancin' in the rain Stopped by the acid stain And on the shelf, the jar that holds my brain Rid by an empty world Suffer the crushing weight Madness will crawl inside Alter the selfish stage

For the Personal Prayer Package I'm just thankful 18 years of suffering Gone just like that You've been suffering 18 years yourself You've been going through pure hell but it can be over just like that Well this is pastor Kerney Thomas and I literally

When there is reason tonight I'm awake When there's no answer arrive the silent man If there is balance tonight he's awake If they have to suffer there lies the silent man A question well served Is silence like a fever, A voice never heard Or a message

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,