Lyrics:
(My game plan to be trained in)
Military mind!
Sitting in a cemetery crying!
(I've been lost since my adolescence calling for) Jesus!
(Balling
a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Let the music keep
a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Let the music keep
a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Let the music keep
From the NH, where it's die or live free
Saved by the blood, so it cover me
Ministry Over Industry, In Jesus name we taking over
Yeah
Tending to God’s creatures I might reach ya
Thinking bout bad moves and white Jesus
Love is a baby baby we all need it
I’ll fuck a routine up in
they gone plan to save it
(Hook)
They even hated on jesus
I guess they talk about me for a reason
All over the things that I believe in
Knowing you’d
the upper hand
I ain't got no worries ain't got time for that
I just live by faith like I'm Abraham
Saw the bigger picture like a sonogram
Jesus is the way
5am, just another day
Pushing back all the stuff that gets in the way
Of serving you, and you loving me
I wanna live this life by your side the way
Most suspect of a crime
Got a fetish for the bottom
I collect by the autumn
I've realized how to die
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Fuck what you thought
Ooo woah ooo woah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
I wish it were so simple, but I just can’t be with you
At least not now so baby Don’t let go
I feel it’s clear
the video they were not guilty
Philando Castile proves the same shit still
You say all lives matter I'm like get real
Born with the right to vote first
the type to go hardest and hope it's the right direction
Going farther than I ever imagined
Was all a dream
Second thoughts that never lead to a plan
Called
sometimes fought
A young nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's
nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's hard to have
a Jesus piece and it's iced though
I won't speak bout the price though
And I'd never sell my soul
Not even if the promised money and clout too
You say you
rush of eagles
My dreams and plans were all scattered in the wind
It's a lonesome life, when you lose the ones you live for
If I make my peace with Jesus
No more wrong and I'm tryna do right
Thank God for my kids and my lovely wife
The life I used to live, I had to leave it alone
'Cause my backbone
checkers I was playing chess
Everytime I checked her I got more stressed
I Would of moved on to the next
But She apologized, by getting undressed
It was
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
her story—did anybody ask?
Hm, with all disrespect
I think the American flag was designed by fags
I had it locked before the spotlight
I got a gold
the beginning
The white man wants all of the lithium
American media we don't believe ya
The White House sponsored the coupe in Bolivia
Brown youth were sprayed
systematically designed
To blur the line, of what defines
What's worthy of empathy for human lives
By spreading immigration lies, that imply
These negative
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