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[KJ-52]
Now who am I? / I'm just the spikes in the thorn bush / that the soldiers picked up now as if to push / into a crown as they headed out just in a rush / to push it down upon His skull as they went to shove / Him in the crowd as I went down just to cut / the top of His head as the blood now began to gush / hit Him in the side / hit Him in the gut / with their fists and a spike now plus a club / and as they hit Him with the fisted cuffs / the look up in His eyes / well it was only love / looking to the side as they went to pick Him up / as He cried in a voice to the sky above / Father forgive them now just for what they done / but almost like that was just not enough / they took a cross then they made Him pick it up / as the crowd screaming out now for His blood /
[Chorus]
(What if) well you was standing in the spot like / (what if) them crown of thorns they could talk then / (what if) man you could see Him on the cross then / (what if) what would they say? / what would they say? / if you was standing in the spot then / (what if) and you could see Him on the cross when / (what if) these crown of thorns they could talk man / well what would they say? / what would they say? /
[Goldinchild]
Iron ore / forged by the hands of man the same hands of man / that handed the Son of Man over to the Sanhedrin / I'm kept in the satchel of a centurion / soldier a tool of execution for the Romans / pierced to the flesh of any man who opposes / imperialism and the rulers who uphold it / I helped kill an innocent man who spoke with boldness / Jesus / Pilate found no cause to hold Him / condemned in secret / crucified in the open / and on that cross it was my job to hold Him / klank / driven through His wrist into the grain of a wooden plank / and again and again / klank / into the wooden beams I sank / then of His blood I drank / tasted redemption and I couldn't bear the weight /
What If was written by KJ-52.
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