Aquafina
Sittin' here drinkin' bottles of water that can't quench my thirst.
Dehydrated, my tongue is so dry it's starting to hurt.
Hold up, did I spend my time with You today?
Talk with you, walk with you besides getting on my knees to pray.
This water is living but not Living Water.
It's not the type you use with clay, Potter.
Not Harry...
Back to the poem that's turning heads like Tina.
No one can satisfy my thirst like You, God, the real Aquafina.
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