Lyrics:
You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours
That makes this world a place our boys could not live in!
They were not
Just a song with me in question
A cry for deeper understanding
Botticelli angels flying
Will I live forever?
Playing cards with jesus
In some gold
know, thought I'd keep you abreast
There really is a plan though it looks like mess
There really is more though it looks like less
They told me that I
them suffer
I used to pass time by thinking of the life I could lead
Things I could do, things I could see
Thought about it every single night and it
Jesus
Are lost and never to be found
So please listen when I'm talking
I'm just saying what needs to be said
Make plans while your still living
It's
From the days of no Wi-Fi and high-fives
Look how time flies by you'd think I had nine lives
When I was on the come up they celebrated
Then they
*We gon' keep it raw*
[Verse 1]
I'm a be -boy, that's the best way to define me
Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s
And I don't plan
inside of an uncomfortable position
By the first of the month they gon be digging up your flesh and bone
I'm so valid never seek validation no matter
I try
To be the man I am
In times of broken lives
And shattered dreams and plans
Standing up to fight
The pressures and demands
Staring
making history
It's about Jesus, who lives in me
Using the gifts that he gives to me
Becoming who we are is the part that is hardest
If you look into my
If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil
freemasonry is abolished
I hope the chosen one rises just
Like the Qur'an has promised
I hope Jesus Christ returns
I hope corrupt politicians are made to burn
my poor live against savage
By the shakers clear everything
Wey dey this passage
I’m going in to a place have never been
To a life have never seen
Every Battle we face Jesus will show us the way
We gon keep running the race We gon keep giving Him praise (I gotta say)
Oh, by the end of the day
stronger
Then ah weapon
Wanna grow old
And have ah family
That's gon
Need protection
Making investments
So by 50
There won't be no questions
See life's ah
hit the fan I got a new plan
Coz I owe money to my dealer and the Tax man
So I put it on Facebook I took my last breath
I'm Mike Balls gonna fake my own
to relax, though ghostly beings plan on different dreams
And plus the fact more money's going towards that nicotine
Seen the type of shit some my friends had
I'm not great at making plans
Afraid to take a stand
But you still think I can
Go out and do some good
And preach the word of truth
By the power
that's my word muthafucka
2ndVerse:
My cuties Is my kick starter
I spit hot lava
Kick knowledge
Shit u kick hot garbage
I cop product plot, plan
I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town
And If you wanna get live than come Down Town
Verse I
I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ
never leave from by your side
I can't believe you love me so much
This kind of mercy is so good to me
Now tell me I am your god
Jesus you are my god
grieving him so much at this point that I could feel it
I'm trying to live right in front of folk, but I'm even fake to me
And to make it even worse, I got
bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth
the blood, would flood up the wombs
The eggs hatch, and let loose, a fume
Prophecized just like Jesus, writing Hebrew
On the wall's of my mother's fetus
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