They say if you dont love your brother your no child of god
i found myself chasing the being that had made me odd
fumbling along the way because the path is skinny
I wish for more every day as if i was Timmy

I know constantly you watched me let you down
distract myself with nonsense while my soul drags on the ground..
Getting high to run from my depression
Its gotten good at climbing without question;
I learned my lesson

If you would have asked me bout my purpose long ago
I sure wouldn't have said it was to save my brothers souls
I probably would have said to live and die another man
not to place the peace and love inside my brothers hands

Im tryna to be more loving
I feel it from above
olive branch clasped in the toes of a dove
I used to hate so much
I let it rot my core
No longer in my temple
I wish to hate no more..