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maxx marshall - i ain't able كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
a boy wets strawberries in an iron pot
adds some garden spices, it’s a gift to god
god takes one good bite before he spits it at my feet
“tell your brother, make some dinner, something not so sweet,”
my brother smiles and says, “i know just the thing
i’ll make the lord some lamb chops as an offering,”
he k!lls a boy, young, bleeding_thing with his gleeful hand
i had him watch him as he gives it to the holy man

[chorus]
and i ain’t able, to fit in your fable
yet i ain’t evil, just jealous and needful
the tree of eden is packing and leaving
it’s reaching its roots out east and retreating to
gethsemane

[verse 2]
if it’s what god wants then it’s what he’s got
i bust my brother’s head open with my iron pot
the boy [?] barely breathing, he’s there on the ground
i take him to the lord for blessing, i’ll be his favorite now
lord asks, “where’s your brother? what have you done?”
i said “i thought you wanted this, don’t you want my love?”
god is burning, daylight’s turning into fire now
he says “leave my garden,” and he marks my brow
[chorus]
cause i ain’t able, to fit in your fable
cause i’m too evil, too jealous and needful
the tree of eden is packing and leaving
it’s reaching its roots out east and retreating to
gethsemane

[outro]
and now i’m driving towards dawn, shaking losing my grip
telephone lines on the highway like crucifixes

- maxx marshall

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