Lyrics:
hand
and you stood before the Lord
He said "My child, look around you, for great is your reward."
Chorus
Words and Music by Ray Boltz
(c) 1988 Gaither
my, with my back up against a wall
That's tough, Ray
That's why if it wasn't for bad luck sugar
Oh I tell everybody if it wasn't for bad luck
Kinzinger's
upset family wasn't nice told him he's a bad christian for
Having stood up for what was right and
Had em in a frenzy cuz he had to impeach him for
the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila's home
Steady
on the competition
Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
Ali's my colleague bombin' 'em
Probably end up on top of 'em
the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's pissin'
Leg up on the competition
Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
of the pack
One day my dad said, "Find someone new"
New! New!
I had to tell my Jimmy that,
Whoa, we were through
He stood up and then he asked me why
I feel like they don’t want me here I
Stood up in my face of my fears
I haven’t felt this way for years
The clouds have departed I’m finally feeling
Yeah, and this a Knuckhead Beat
Oh they think I’m playin
Man Man, look, it’s 2020
And man we done stood up it’s the revolution
And it will be
grid
In the ground on which you stood
And wasn't it electrifying
When I made the neon shine?
Silver screen, cathode ray
Brighter than the light
the dogs the filth the shit here is Someone who stood up
Someday a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets
being right here all by myself
I haven't seen what's mine
I haven't stood up in a long time
I haven't looked for signs
But I can't
I think the hardest
shit, I'm frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother wants Barney,
on the ground
For ten days, ten days
Until he was found
She picked him up
Put him back together
Hung him on the wall as art
That's what happened to this guy I
Nigha ain't fuckin her right
I know whores on the lurk
Do what ever for uh perc
Smell like rozay when i burp
Stirr the pot rachel ray
I'm tryna flip uh
around my wrist and still
In a moshpit I end up in
One day encircled by bullies
No friends to help me push back and defend
But I stood my ground I'm proud
Did I live a plenty life?
I question myself as the paws of a man faced beast try to tear me apart
How did I end up here?
Why did I decide to follow
heart jump out of my chest plate
It made me start rhyming the next day
checking for the sick cats like an X-ray
Ay... I was raised on Wu
I had that
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