This street lacking a twin
The lane of Saints Republic
Different from mine coated with Gold
If I walk through I will see the throne
Cheated of figure really narrow
In size, tiny like an arrow
An eye over my like a sparrow
Walking on blind of tomorrow
I see his masterpiece on different faces
Passing by me, many of diverse races
So diverse even at different paces
It’s a journey for one, our personal races
Without the consent of friends I pick
Never did I wait for a kick
Turning around for the bend of the meek
They see me weak for that I seek
Not on this tracks for some dollars
Nor against some neighbouring fellas
This lane saves me from the eternal hammer
But none of my steps is of my power
I walk this echoing boulevard
My heart pounding so hard
To wear that crown waiting afar of
And to see the CHRIST once told of
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