This is a song about "Raz and grace"

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I call it my holy grace

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

This is no trial, this a closed case

Give players plenty space

Climb these trees, fall from grace

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

It will be my saving grace of repetition

You just working with the scraps you was given

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace