Sing the song of sixth sense
No stream of toxic lie
Polished river rocks
With little minnows passing by
Calming stage
Of the turmoils rage
You know the mother wouldn't look up in Jesus's eye
When she saw him in the sky
That's a tell and that ain't no lie
Her life weren't lived for a Jesus sigh
But doubled down and dirty
And she upped the ante on the bet
And in the end just a naive child
That collected a whole lot of regret