Lyrics:
I could tell you a story about a man growing up
I could tell you a story 'bout a Stan who knows he sucks
I could tell you 'bout glory, 'bout fans
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
vision beyond this rock
That we live on, only option is the top
Epitomize the light, in a dark place
Dip into that water I escape, like a car chase
He
to the shine I'll take if I live by works then I'll die by faith
If I see your design I'm straight but I don't recognize your face
I don't recognize your face I
thought that he'd go by sea.
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a man made of cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress. (What he do?)
He put
Have you heard about the big strong man
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Well oh what a hell of a fight
You can
days of our test of time
We need to be walking with a made-up mind
Walk by faith, oh, not by sight
Then all your battles, you know He'll fight
If
your TV came in HD
This world comes with black and white
So please see me
Don’t just accept me because I fit your mold
And live the life of a typical
mean, I'm washed clean, by his blood, forever I am his, I'm covered in his love. If you don't like it, I'm sorry he gave us all a choice. It's not what
scene shifts and we
Are back in Limmeridge
At the village church where Laura
Was married the village
Is gathered for her funeral we are in
Early April
different but we on the same team
By the same blood we have been redeemed
That's why you and I gotta unify
One could chase a thousand two could put ten
But it's all for myself
Then it read, "KB, this time it's real, homie I can't live"
It was in all caps
But I knew he had no caps on his gun or his
All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand
Won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in
And he's kissed her cold lips until his
at them like brothers this a trap
While trying to fuck the bitch that passed by like
She ain't a trap I snapped cause he start talking that shit
That he say
their real god, just for girls to notice em
Live fast, die young Grinding hard for mullah
Feet bound by mammon He's their true ruler
This ain't for
the righteousness will last
I was a faithful servant
cttending the Church (Yeah)
Serving my purpose
But then I got hurt
By the shame from the blameless lies
Like it's
down their lives
To make this place my home
Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 inch big screen TV
I can sell snow through a blizzard
Grinding all night had to skip church
Would you live righteous or flip first
Shit we chose to flip first
Praying
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
world blinded by promise of restitution
So, I will worship no more church giving endless restrictions
Allowing marriage of whores
Religion causes me
on the ground
Buy the little acreage spot on the outskirts of your town
You'll know she's the one when you look into her eyes
And you pray to God, he keeps her by
guidelines on being heartless
Would Jesus join your mega church
Where He's turned into a product and the only purpose
Is lining someone's pockets profits raise
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all
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