Lyrics:
and pans, plots and plans, i don't need them
I'm just strolling through a toxic land, washed in the blood of lambs
This is scripture, make you spiritually
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins'
washed away and now I'm saved
If He's done the same for you then give Him praise
I'm covered by His blood, I'm covered in His grace
I ain't going back no,
assume
When you hit your first neden
your homies was in the other room
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
on the Mississippi
A steamboat chugs by
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It's in my blood
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It’s the blues I love
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It's in my
Taken as Your own
So we could be blameless
And shameless at Your throne
Taken as Your own
You made us sons, washed by blood
Your glory shown
just a nice spy
Tell me your secrets ma lean back and open wide
I know it's in you cause all hearts come in broken size
Canvased by parents demanding we
that (fire)
Cock back, man can't stop that (fire)
Water flows if you got that (fire)
(Raskit)
Went raw back on a yatty in '01
Caught the clap, my
the Navy, you was like the Brady's
You still fly kites daily
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby," screamin' Shady 'til I die
Like a half
was told I wouldn't make it by this nigga in person
So I got a lot to prove
To the world, to the world
And to my true fan, this one's for you
That's me
struggle to understand
The good and evil
But I'm doing the best I can
In a place built on stolen land
With stolen people
Blood in the soil with
pay the ransom
For you and for me
We're no longer outcasts
We're daughters and sons
Born of His Spirit
And washed by His blood
God gave us a purpose
He
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Listen, I see you on that R-L-P-C, knob screen
You're you, I'm me, you're trash, I'm king
You're a comedian, my pen is like Alan Ball
Swamp
flow
Every nightmare, despair
you’ll come to know
The darkest night, my acolyte
Its shadows cover endless pain
Tears are washed away by rain
Now silent
and a castle
Are my eternal tomb
Watching others waste away
A creature by night
Dead by day
Dead by day
Huddled by the gate
Like lambs to the slaughter
Fear in
world around
And Set This Soul Free
Thank God that I'm free
From this world of sin
Been washed in the Blood of Jesus
I've been born again
Hallelujah I'm
By His stripes, we are healed
By His nail-pierced hands, we're free
By His blood, we're washed clean
Now we have the victory
The power of sin is
hopin'
My God got that for showin'
Gotta keep this light like O.N
You can get wash from your sins
Lord your blood I need more in
Listen, this mission I
got washed in the water
Then He said you're forgiven
Your sins are gone
That was then, this is now
You're bought by the blood, saved by the Son
with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end
glory
In your might
In your splendor
And took my hand lifted me
From the miry clay into the light
I am redeemed I am washed by His blood
All of my past
glory
In your might
In your splendor
And took my hand lifted me
From the miry clay into the light
I am redeemed I am washed by His blood
All of my past
glory
In your might
In your splendor
And took my hand lifted me
From the miry clay into the light
I am redeemed I am washed by His blood
All of my past
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