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After all of this
Will you still remember me?
And after all of this
Will I have a legacy?
When all’s said and done
And when I’m dead and gone
Will you still respect the words that I’ve left you in my songs?

After all of this
Will you still remember me?
And after all of this
Will I have a legacy?
When all’s said and done
And when I’m dead and gone
Will you still respect the words that I’ve left you in my songs?

[Verse 1]
I’m gifted with a spirit of writtens, I sit and I listen
As it courses through me unbidden with visions uplifting
An image of riches, and I ain’t even talking ‘bout figures
An audience listening and understanding all of my lyrics
I don’t just write from the past, I use the future and present
Each day I live could be my last, so from each day I take a lesson
In each song I write a message, and ask a lot of questions
And confess a fact or two about my own life experience
If you query it, then my job is done, I’ve got you thinkin’
And maybe broken you out of your invisible prison
It’s a personal mission, and nothing to do with religion
Just a result of a day that Joshua made a decision
I wanted to change the world, or at least a small part within it
Bring the people around to thoughts of a new beginning
Leave a legacy of hope for men, women and children
After all of this is said and done I hope that hope’s still living

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[Verse 2]
My style’s a compilation from romantics and thugs
Jagged edges with an unexpected emotional touch
That caresses the mind and heart like when you’re in love
Because I pour my heart into these songs, they ain’t sent from above
Controversial things I’ve said in the past, I stick with ‘em
Always offered what I considered constructive criticism
Always preferred intelligence opposed to religion
And thinking of people living my life always lit something within
Wanting to affect change, sick of feeling helpless
Sick of feeling like just living’s like trying to shift mountains
Sick of watching fountains of money just go to waste
Sick of watching everybody else point fingers in blame
But I can’t blame them either, in the end I’m the same
Trying to point the finger and laugh at someone else’s shame
I used to do it all the time, but didn’t like what I became
I want to be a role model, an Icon, but what’s in a name?

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[Verse 3]
I’m a nineteen year old studying at University
Still think about the past as much as what the future brings
From the days of underpaid labour on minimum wage
To the nights where I’d write whatever came to my brain
And then back on a loop again to my childhood
Even though I was bullied, I know inside my life was good
Even though my mother wasn’t often there I knew she loved us
Even though my sister was a pain there was still enough trust
Though my father lived in a different place he still made an effort
To see us whenever he could, and though our clothes were often second
Hand, without my past I couldn’t be who I am today
I wouldn’t be half the man with half the morality
And I know I seem cold at times or emotionally distant
It’s just a way of coping with what goes through my system
And because I can’t express myself with simple speech or sound
I write it down, and wonder if these songs will ever be found

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