Theoretics Wind Comes To Change Lyrics

WIND COMES TO CHANGE

CHORUS
Weather inside or open range
It’s all the same, it's all the same
Dark clouds blue sky sunshine to rain
Wind comes to change, wind comes to change
Weather inside or open range
It’s all the same, it's all the same
Dark clouds blue sky sunshine to rain
Wind comes to change, wind comes to change

VERSE ONE:
Chimaroke Abuachi -
Live life, fill full, stuff face in feast
But don’t beg just as hard cause you failed to breathe
The men in shackles were in uniform and praised in
peace
Uplifted for goodness sakes before they lived as
thieves
The fear turned this one into a fool
Advancing in a Brutus plot
He drowns his lessons near the reefs
Until their lost and on their knees
Their believing in the jesters smile
Having faith in what they see
The blind man saw the storm before in came and reeked
Reap control of the lifestyle they thought they'll keep
Direction that he claims will bring hell displays
aurora
So they invest with poor perspective see these men are
sheep
A future with a bad foundation with no walls and feet
It’s the indulgence making men who harvest falsehood
week My home is safe cause I’ve planted seed the rest of
them
Hanging on to a branch of my tallest tree

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VERSE TWO:
Mark Hoy -
I know this story of a pauper who was dirt poor
Beneath the sweltering sun he’d work in the earthen
toil
Spent his days to feed his parents youth was all but
spoiled
But never thought that God had left his future to be
foiled
Then one day
Came a prince who wanted to trade
Places for a day
Tired of power and praise
The pauper took the position and never gave it back
Now the prince is in the fields
Sun burning on his back
Another story of a king in mighty graces
Resided in a castle only seen in lofty places
The richest ruler that the kingdom ever saw in eons
And when the peasants came around
He’d tell them all to be gone
Born a bad seed
More than wealth he had greed
Cared not
For the fact his people had nothing to eat
Took a trip into the city
He was killed and mobbed
His wealth was passed out to the people
Not a single one sobbed so....

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OUTRO:
What’s here today
Could be gone tomorrow
So be grateful baby