Lyrics:
(Jesus)
When there's no one to talk to (Jesus)
'll make it into heaven
I be forever Street side
There ain't no safety for us local niggas
Who are you kidding when my hands on my nuts
Like I've just
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
Christ crucified
Gave his life for you and I
So you too can testify
Am here for a mission
And Jesus Christ is ahead of me
Too much opposition but
There is
the black lives that apparently don't matter
How come no one's getting up in arms about this subject matter
Jesus loves the little children
All the children
like a chisel in them cave walls
A thousand years later, they can break a voicemail
When death calls, won't answer to no one
Came up in this bitch by
of your hand
Timeless king of all
There's no one like you
Jesus
There's no one like you
God of heaven
There's no one like you
Jesus
There's no one like you
doesn't seem to fit with my life story
But
I'm from that Third Ward (Soldier)
From that Magnolia (Yeah)
Went to Kellers Market (Yeah)
Right there
ward
Like why Lord
I watch as the cycle repeats and I sigh hard
Your money can't get you a place in the next with the holy ones, nah
And people who claim
your help
These burdens feel undealt with
Heavy till I knelt
You was there when no else is
More than just an idea
Something or a someone
Present like I
cuz no none likes you
Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans
ain't no muthafuckin stunna
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat
I represent the 3rd ward
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I
ain't no muthafuckin stunna
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat
I represent the 3rd ward
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I
big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
But if I don't know that other nigga, then
They are already there when you are
They might stare at you for not being like them
It's fine probably last time l sight em
Stares from the shades
They
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, well there they go
It was once upon a time in the projects
bitch
Now I make no mistakes, no, shit, I'm about makin' some dough
I'ma thug and bitch I don't love 'em
If I don't like 'em, I shake them hoes
Nigga
bitch
Now I make no mistakes, no, shit, I'm about makin' some dough
I'ma thug and bitch I don't love 'em
If I don't like 'em, I shake them hoes
Nigga
the 'N' of the
'E' with the nth degree
And then there's a tiny
Weeny dwindling-off little
'E' on the end of the thing by the time I'd
Finished spelling
did the soundtrack
And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that
And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, there ain't no turning back
Couldn't change
threw different wards
Giving away my demos
From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight ass beats
Flying coach man
I hate these fuckin
Tight ass seats
I knew
written to my young man
Not far from being your own man
Boy, you're growing fast
Evident by the fewer questions that you ask
Still, I tell you the promised
Oh it makes my soul clean!
I' feel like I' been born again
Oh, You've change my destiny!
Now I stand a free man,
No longer controlled by the sins that
where we got used by Satin, gang banging and slanging, it was an everyday thing and, bullets straying with no name of any victim claiming. I'm still
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