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lirik lagu big mizzo - dirty 550s

[verse 1]
my sole’s dirty ~ in desperate need to get it clean
i need to grab some mild detergent
scrub beneath the seams
because it seems as though i’m walking through a dirty stream
with heavy burdens through a narrow path ~ i try careen
until i slip, stumble, sinking through the miry clay
again i’ve lost my way ~ i’m asking that you keep me straight
i’m tripping over nothing really need to clean my lace
supposed blessed feet ~ yet struggling to run my race
it’s like sand instead of rock was running underneath
i’m tryna keep the pace, but everyone’s outrunning me
i’ve lost the peace, lost the sheen
no more happy feet
my knees weak, another consequence of injury
so every step i take is like another leap of faith
like buying sneakers from your homie ~ pray they isn’t fake
and then they break, with the cheapest fabrics they were made
and now i’m walking through blisters, bunions, all the pain
black and scarlet if my soul was in a colourway
the stains are stubborn, wipe em thorough but won’t wash away
i’ve got to clean this up myself is what i tend to say
but stubborn suede needs to see the sun before it fades

[verse 2]
my sole’s dirty ~ in desperate need to get it clean
these dark forces make it seem as though i’m really mean
when in between are the images of younger me
trying desperately to walk the path of being free
the bell rings ~ rat race i must’ve falsed a start
but better yet to leave me out, cause i ain’t taking part
but i’ll go walking while it’s dark til i reach the park
where me and g~o~d can therapy and heart to heart
until my filthy tongue’s as dirty as a smoker’s lung
dante’s fumes feel i belong below the lowest rung
because i’m stumbling over blocks i thought i’d overcome
with heavy legs i hurdle, hoping that i beat the gun
ui understand it’s not a sprint~it’s a marathon
but this pen in my hand is like a blue baton
i try to keep it moving, i try to keep it pushing
i tried to keep it moving, pushing with n0body looking
and so i’m digging in my heels as i climb these hills
it’s no coincidence that soiled i would start to feel
because my thighs are aching, ankles, calves and my feet
my opposition is the inner me i must defeat
“o, wretched man ~ who shall deliver me?”
i’m standing on my tippy toes and i try to see
none beside, none within, so i look above
the good news ~ the sneaker cleaner washes me with blood
[verse 3]
my soul’s dirty so daily lord i pray you clean
for me to stand straight ~ ironically i have to lean
cast my yoke and burden son the one i haven’t seen
that’s the only way to make it to the podium
cast my crowns upon the king ~ i’m praying to be known to him
antic~p~ting how the gates will open then explode on them
because balance is the thing i seem to lack
so i’m bringing it all back to the track run my lap
when i cross the finish line i pray my sole would be intact
order my steps let the world be lamp
so my feet stay pure as i run behind the lamb
though the race is difficult through i am i know i can
from staggered to sprinting
my feet were once limping
but now i’m enduring, renewing strength instead of weary
a cloud of witnesses i’m holding fast and hope they hear me
every day the line is near me ~ i see it clearly
so i’ll walk and i’ll jog, and i’ll run and i’ll sprint
cause the lord is the one, whom i’ve sung and i’ll sing
til i limp, til i fall, even if my feet fail to stand tall
i’ll keep it moving forward even if i crawl
cause i’m in my new balance ~ 550s
this a big challenge ~ but move swiftly
the tongue knows deep down i’m not worthy
but thank you god cause my soul is not dirty
[outro: sample]
“you the miserable are also important
you the forgotten are also present in the memory of god”

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