Lyrics:
your Holy Ghost, oh Lord
Fill me up, I thirst for you
Just fill me up, with the Spirit, Lord
Well, think a joke when you yes seh father God him a come
I don't hope to die
But I know that I
Was not so alive when I was writing this
I don't hope to die
But I know that I
I don't hope to die
But I
about it…
Lost a lot of people on the way, I cried about it…
I got my woman’s love, I think I would die without it…
I was at the bottom, had to fight
[Repeat: x4]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when
All by myself
I could knock comets out of orbit with your superiority
I guess that'll never go away
And I don't even care if I don't see you for a long
Hello, mark
I know you're not there but
I know that you love the lord
And I remember when you was a little boy
You used to love music
And you loved to just
They don't understand
I am just a man
I'm doing all I can
That's all
I be tripping all the time Lord
They think I'm out my mind Lord
You know
when I think about it
Lord forgive in me whatever's doubting
Started getting litty prayer keept me grounded
Oh you wanna roll cuz you think you bout
cock back
You know we good together like
Pain with a top hat
Oh lord, hold up wait a second
Let her get it
Make her scream Camp when I hit it
That girl
to kill myself
That didn't work for me
I think I got saved by someone who loves me
And I know that's God, I know He loves me
He said He's got something
shopping and singing in the studio
How about when we would load them clips up, the range, put on goggles and let them things
Go
Well, I know you miss taking
You can put me on airplane mode, you're still gonna think about me
When you want someone to hold, you're still gonna think about me
It could take you
about you all of the time
And just when I think I'm 'bout to figure you out
You make me wanna sing and shout
I love the way you hold me, by my side
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
I ain’t got tats on my skin
But I got scars from the scraps I've been in
At least a glass in my hand when I swing
Wanna take me apart & dismantle my
I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that putu
And tried to turn the putu
Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
Now I'm chased by
to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep
heart
Can't tell the things apart
Oh Lord
I think hear the storm approachin
It's like Oh Lord
I think I see the storm approachin
Now I'm in the eye of it
is by HIS grace (by HIS grace)
Everywhere I turn it's fame
Making money that's the game (that's the game)
We about to make it rain
Cause we always make
Said you give me so much joy
To talk about the love
That you showed on Calvary yeah
(I feel this love when I think of you)
When I think of you God (I
Now I'm drinking by myself
At the end of Section Park
Caught you when you walk besides your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan
Wanna kill my enemies thinking get revenge
Didn't know about purpose Lord would seek and send
Forgive em' all right now back then no peace was in
And I
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