Lyrics:
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
nothing too big for our God
That He won't walk each day by your side
There is hope in the midst of the storm
There is joy in the midst of the battle
There
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
the P-H-O-E-N-I-X
Yo! Seven X-Sinner Iguanas in the midst flesh issues
And set this spiritual death wish. Forget this
One of us goin' die
Resist the devil he
Guerrillas in the midst of a race riot
Say it ain't black or white but I ain't dumb and don't buy it
Talkin' about a time to heal
But step
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
and painted
The scenery in his mind
Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap
He heard a loud
Jingle jingle all the way here he comes St. Nick
All the children waiting up to see his sleigh ride in the midst
Sleeping underneath the Christmas
questions man?
Cause I like Bishop!
Why?
Cause he's cool!
He's cool huh? Well you just tell Mr. Cool Man if he calls or comes by that I ain't here
[Verse 1]
outstanding.
He loves us forever. With him, life is better.
Our vision is clearer. Our soul are much pure.
Chorus: In the midst of the storm.
All I need is
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
still
He's still able
In the midst of your storm (able)
In the midst of your struggle (able)
It's good to know that
God is able
In
people in there when the robbed the bishop
When I heard about it real talk I bust out laughin' (haha)
God don't like ugly that's why he let that shit
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
persecution but still proclaiming it boldly
In the midst of storm, but I know that You will uphold me
Even the angels cry holy
I'm sending up these songs
The priest's name was Citizen Murphy
I didn't like him much
He didn't believe in the rights of man
Just the power of the Catholic Church
But I never saw a man
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
That he bound to make in our next match When we in them fields, play it smart
When it's checkmate on this game, that's a start
Brody movin' pieces
tired
And If you fed up with this shit too
Just ask yourself, what would Bishop do?
Out here in the world, with nobody but you
So much on your brain, when
seeing stars like I’m in a wraith
Wear the Chanel shoes a different way
He want the juice he moving like he bishop
But he a square call him Derek Fisher
I
a single day
But in their hearts they believe he lives
There are some in your midst who are blessed
There are some in your midst who are blessed
They have
still
He's still able
In the midst of your storm (able)
In the midst of your struggle (able)
It's good to know that
God is able
In
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags
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