Yes, we all fall short,
That's no excuse to live that low.
Men won't succeed with their eyes blind, hands tied.

Wet cement meets the scorching sun,
But it's okay because you've been filing your teeth for weeks.

You'll be fine so you say, you say,
Since you've carrying all this weight,
I reached out my hand for help, you pushed me away.

With a sinister stare he fell to the floor
And formed to his natural state,
Preyed on the man with a gun in his right, life in his left.
As the coward composed his piece tonight,
Lock jawed and frail the audience felt,
A need to adhere, to his towering lecture.

SAVE US.

Are these the men who are exploiting you?
Slandering the name of the Lord which we belong?

Oh, the disguise we portray we become.

THIS IS THE CALLING OF THE BEARS

Big shoulders won't stand a chance to a boy that's been fed by the KING.