LYRIC
All I got left to my name are some scribbles on a page
I've been losing track of days, is it Monday? Sunday?
Well, one day I hope they label me as the greatest
And this right here is built on blood, sweat, and dried tears
See, I've been searching through my soul, while I battle through fears
I wipe my eyes from the tears, now my vision is clear
If y'all been looking for a savior, your savior is here
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