Lyrics:
need us
My African skin gave me the passion to win (ooh, ooh)
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end (and I pray)
Third chapter
This chapter
It seems like everywhere I turn
I see a hypocrite
Well, if ya wanna go to heaven
Well, you can't live like that
So let me tell you, brother
God's
eyes
Girl I've seen your type
And this will catch you by surprise
He's not into the typical
He's not into the typical
Finds me irresistible
Doesn't
"Baby, it's good to me."
One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror,
But he doesn't recognize his own face.
His health is fading and he doesn't
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
of a god who doesn't know squat
I'm the best you'll ever hear in this fucking lot
So hip hop or pop should I just rock whether you will like this or not?
And is always, by my Side
At a time when You think all is Lost
And Your life doesn't seem to be fruitful
Just remember that God is always there for You
And the coup with suicidal doors man
Who doesn't who doesn't who doesn't huh?
Guess the god blessed me love
Leprechaun left me luck
I ain't one to set you up
judge you
And you can't judge me
Only God can judge us
Yeah God is our judge
I can't judge you
And you can't judge me
Only God can judge us
Yeah God is
discussions
You hit me with that look and replied like, "duh, bitch"
Don't want your man to think that we creepin' behind his back
Crossed the line, crossed
And then guard kind of gets lowered more and more
I think you should release that
Yeah? Very honest? I'm worried people are going to like
No, I think it's
"Baby, it's good to me."
One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror,
But he doesn't recognize his own face.
His health is fading and he doesn't
"Baby, it's good to me."
One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror,
But he doesn't recognize his own face.
His health is fading and he doesn't
children
There's people all around us that think of others as less than human
Whites... arabs... like yo tell me what you're doing
Asians and some blacks,
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
It must suck to be you
Doesn't It
I know you see me winning don't ya
Bet ya made a secret account
To follow me after I block you
Just to see what's
don't believe you
Whatcha saying? You think I'm lying?
I'm not saying it, but I know you
How you know me?
Cause you're my brother
What you really know about him?
Doesn't seem like much cuz
You really shouldn't doubt him
So about it there be no surmounting
Soldier no accountant
It sounds like a trial from the 14th century
If you survive the ordeal, no-one can save you
WHY?
It doesn't matter who it is, be it Klaus Schwab
good to me"
One day he goes and take a glimpse in the mirror
But he doesn't recognize his own face
His health is fading and he doesn't know why
Three
Really need me to
Ooh
But I don't think a God could save you
It doesn't matter what your faith is
You're beyond any sort of changing
Ooh
I don't think I
trust
So help my unbelief
Just cause every wall doesn't fall like Jericho
Doesn't mean you're not the same God now that you were before
Just cause every
everybody's got
An excuse of why
God doesn't love them they say, 'well
If there was a God (Help me out
I can't understand the way you think
Or what you talkin'
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