Yes, we all fall short,nthat's no excuse to live that low.nMen won't succeed with their eyes blind, hands tied.nnWet cement meets the scorching sun,nbut it's okay because you've been filing your teeth for weeks.nnYou'll be fine, so you say, you say,nsince you've been carrying all this weight.nI reached out my hand for help, you pushed me away.nnWith a sinister stare he fell to the floor,nand formed to his natural state,npreyed on the man with the gun in his right, life in his left.nAs the coward composed his piece tonight,nlock jawed and frail, the audience felt,na need to adhere to his towering lecture.nnSave us.nnAre these the men that are exploiting you?nSlandering the name of the Lord which we belong?nnOh, the disguise we portray we become.nnThis is the calling of the bears!nnBig shoulders won't stand a chance to a boy that's been fed by the King.