Lyrics:
Jesus loves me, I know, Bible tells me so
You wanna be Christ-like, gotta have child-like (Faith)
Consider it a trial by faith, living in His grace
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Eyes on horizon, Im just gonna push this whip there
Time to supply them the new ship up in air
Ima survivor, looking death in the face
This diamond
wild?/
I'm a feral child/
I'm a feral child/
I'm a feral child/
Don't you see me wild?/
I'm a feral child/
I'm a feral child/
I'm a feral child
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
It's all on me, I do my dirt on my lonely
See most niggas fake and phoney
How my child gon eat?
Me and my dog riding on me
My mom kick me out
Georgia, we shinin
Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations
on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies
after givin birth you
My heart It starts to soar'
You're such a sight for Soar Eyes
All this Ice, Still I can't, Slow down time
She plays with my air supply
I put my hand
greatly successful, she decided to buy a restaurant in the United states of America; and immediately made the first child (unborn at that time) the owner
eyes can see
I'm lit till infinity
Nobody else just simply me
Going up another degree
I light up the city sky
All these diamonds on me no supply
It's
The heart of a warrior forged in strife
The price of your honor may cost your life
Masked by resolve are your fears and pain
This is the way
Listen,
again, you know that's the plan
Moon child, moon child
How delightful
Look into my eyes, yeah I like you
Feelings the same, well despite you
hm..
I was
nights of being pegged by her stairin’ eyes!
(Chorus) Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck,
whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics
give me a toke
So I Don’t fuck up the rotation
Puff puff give
I’ll take a word smith
Vacation
Next on the mic
Is my bro ravioli
Ravioli: third eye
and Carrie was safe
But the "Thunder Child" had vanised forever
taking with her mans last hope of victory
The leaden sky was lit by green flashes
cylinder
There is a nation
Yahweh's covenant people
Bound by all types of evil
But the blood is still stained on the veil
Oh how we must remember our power
to die, yeah
And as a child with the saddest eyes
I looked up like, why you laughing, God
Cause he knew that everything I ever wanted
I would have in time,
upon his back
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than the air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
eyes
Bitch I'm outside
Just get in the ride
Hop in let's die
You in the passenger you by my side
Spark it and blow it I supply the high
Do what I do yeah
relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by
Even to the angels it may sound like a lie
For you child
He has the troops and extra backup standing by
For you child
For you he's the best he can be
the need to do so.
Remember that our lungs supply oxygen from the outside air, to the cells, to enable us to obtain energy.
As we breath in, oxygen enters
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