Propaganda, Odd Thomas все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

That's the art ambidextrous
Switch the left hand on ya
Flip the whole steez like only the Son of Man can and uh
Predicaments that land ya in the valley of decision
Listen I pray the same thing but not with vain repetition
Listen, are you listenin'? It's impossible to master highs
How you control a controlling substance with only eyes?
Only lies, only seeing one side

They tell me the city sings a song
And you can't help but sing along
And I be looking in their eyes like
"I'm sorry, you dead wrong"
Like we came from birth sinning and very meager beginnings
Where all we had was spam, and an interceding grandma
And I tried to read the Word but didn't understand the grammar
'Till His grace came and gave me a new brain