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Struggle Jennings

Blood In My Eyes

Blood In My Eyes

I got blood in my eyes, yeah, spit in my face
I got feelings inside I can't hide so they don't have a place
I got nails in my skin, holes in my hands
I got people that once was around, now we no longer friends
Man, who am I?

The son of a sinner, born a man of God
Clock ticking, time close, waiting on that hand to fall
Standing tall on my knees, fighting for what's real to me
Even though the truth usually disputes what these eyes have seen
My perception was deception, devil had me blindfolded
Wounds either heal or they get deeper, only time know it
Plenty pain, persecuted
Left to die, executed
Seeds sown in the concrete, I was deeply rooted
Acted foolish with a false point, thought I had to prove it
Relationships polluted, I still loved them though I knew it
Had to make it through it to appreciate all of these blessings
Took the highway to hell and backroads to get to heaven, ugh

I got blood in my eyes, yeah, spit in my face
I got feelings inside I can't hide so they don't have a place
I got nails in my skin, holes in my hands
I got people that once was around, now we no longer friends
Man, who am I?

It's like I'm looking at my brothers and I'm praying that they change
But my eyes done seen the truth and I will never be the same
They been through hell and back and now they standing in the rain
While my heart breaks for 'em 'cause I understand they pain
And, yeah, I'm happy that they winning but not from which it came
And if I did applaud for it then I'd be part to blame
And if they had love for you they would tell you where you heading
But they had a stronger love for the cut that they was given
See, the sun so hot until it goes down quick
And the truth's hard to swallow when it goes down thick
There ain't nothing that's been broken that God can't fix
Then he looked me in my eyes, and he said this

I got blood in my eyes, yeah, spit in my face
I got feelings inside I can't hide so they don't have a place
I got nails in my skin, holes in my hands
I got people that once was around, now we no longer friends
Man, who am I, and where can I go?
Reason I ask is they say I got the answers but I dont' really know
Sometimes I feel free, but not at this time
Because the problems I'm facing somehow place shackles on my mind
Man, who am I?

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