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Thought I will always be solo
Remember when I thought I saw the rays?
I was right, but the sun turned out to be a shy Moon's face


By her grace I am raised

BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE
(THE PRODIGAL SON'S LULLABY) 

how can I see Your face
and receive Your loving grace
when I am here shamed in sin
hurting You

on a metro rail
Niggas will play tough, but I know you're a cunt
I can tell by the smell
If you burn a bridge then expect me to drive that nail
An eye for

except for mercy's door
Forgiveness never felt so sweet before
And grace's wings have never helped me fly so high

A broken heart, broken trust
These

out the dark

See I've been reaching for your grace and know it's not that far
You went and gave your life away just so mine could start

But I'm tired

Ridiculed as we fall from grace

Lyrics by Martin Arne Borre

Sometimes, I feel
Which is a miracle to say out loud, because men ain't supposed to have feelings
Except anger
When I'm sad, I'm angry
When I'm

breezin'
By like freeano wax
It's free a no tax, what we came to offer
All swift to revert artist plus
Flame came to spark ya
J-Silas is stylin for God
Plus

repent or no name
naw erase why remain caged in dismay
when you could be surrounded by grace
made my diction confusing 
now the wicked making up stories
I

features
I put on only goat
So many people really hating
I hang em like they coats
Everybody everybody, omo this year we go blow
We go blow by his grace

their expectations now I lead the way
Take far beyond and stay thankful
Ready for success and the painful side effects
Far from perfect, live by example

on back to me, girl
Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh

Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and
Where each time bad bitch chase the car
Mandatory too far

a dream I ain't flexing 

Feel like Martin Luther on Beat 
Imma king I need my crown  
Im unknown to the scene 

By the time they would of found me  
My

a lonely girl
She never ate, but no one cared
She liked to wear fancy clothes on Fridays

She didn't have many friends 
Except for Susan and Joanne 
They

I been plotting for a while, take to the grave
Switch my style, change my pace
Swear you a clown, say my grace
Gears up never drift if you end up in

clouds high above the mountains and forests 
Eternal you are and blessed you'll be! 

We hide amongst the wolves 
No place we call our home 
Except for

shoot it in the basket
On a quest to find perfection
I don't often ask for help
But I've learned that does some damage
I can't do this by myself
If you

your ass to Azkaban
Have your ass fucked by an elf
Understand I'm the chosen one
I throw these flows for fun
Like Peter Griffin does with grenades hon
My

look like a crime
Aim for the goal, headshot like the feds
Feel like Randy Orton, voices in head
But my Demons singing, Celine dion by themselves
I will

the positive angle you in good hands with the Man I gotta a personal angle for that GOD I'm thankful for your grace I'm grateful the devil tried to kill it but

love and respect for our black Kings
Fighting for freedom I'm feeling just like Martin Luther
Going against the system nigga I'm feeling like Carl Lucas

on  the black and gold robe my chick in Versace
Mandarin Oriental check in at the lobby
You know that Aston Martin cole in da whip with the Tommy
Designer fit

after my Patreon
It's like I'm taking on a feminist jihad
Martin Luther King by today's child
It's called an Uncle Tom
That should get fired
Jess Philip

(Yeah)
I hope you alright
I hope you alright
I hope that God would give me grace for often being weak
I hope my off weeks are offset by good deeds
I hope