Pride

Sometimes at night I can't get no sleep,
So I just talk to god and tell him what's on my mind.
I don't know why I can't sleep some nights I wake up full of sweat.
My nightmares just won't go away.
What is it that I fear so much?
I don't dream about changing the world no more cause I think it'll never happen.
My pride gets in the way though so I keep believing that a change coming.

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