Lyrics:
thee by day
Nor the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forever more
My help, my help, my help
All of my help cometh from the Lord
Oh
day
Not the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forevermore
My help, my help, my help
All of my help cometh from the Lord
For
A wise son heareth his father's instruction
But a scorner heareth no rebuke
A man shall eat good by the fruit of his mouth
But the soul
and let me stand
By faith on heavens tableland
A higher plane than I have found
Lord plant my feet on higher ground
Higher
My heart has no desire to stay
and let me stand
By faith on heavens tableland
A higher plane than I have found
Lord plant my feet on higher ground
Higher
My heart has no desire to stay
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the lord which made Heaven and earth
He will not suffer thy
bia (2x)
Inye-aka m (2x),
Ga-esi n'aka Jehovah bia (2x)
I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the Lord
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
shield.
Upon thy right hand
Upon thy right hand
For the sun shall not smite me by day, nor the moon by night.
He shall preserve my soul, even
gave up to Him
I'm on my knees praying to Jesus, give me peace
But in return I gotta make this for the King
Cuz He restores my soul for His name
mind Albert Einstein on a research
I'm I gonna die by drive by or needles
I'm I Muhammad, Nana Selassie or Jesus
Abiding by abiding by basquiat or Jigga
bill I had on my dashboard
And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for
Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk
Watchdog, chew ass
'm trying to fight idolatry and lust
Being good ain't enough so in God I trust
I got faith
Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
Look me in my face
of yo mind outside so you hear it too
I like my engineer would do, I'm getting unpredictable like this instrumental like am I Dead in the ground
Or is my
to all the buyers, admired by all your posse
Idolize me, but Kamikaze if you copy
Word to my mom, I been ripping bongs since I was in her arm
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