Lyrics:
you feel so dumb, ain't it?
He in these streets, these niggas livin' 'by gunplay
And you already know what's gon' be the outcome, ain't it?
My mama
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 (and
Like my babymomma
Because she cause problems
And in the midst of all of this
I just f***ed up ah quarter
Straight to the block
He skipping school tryna
Follow the light
And we'll make it through
He'll give you peace
In the midst of your storm
Sometimes I feel like it's too late for me
But he
How weak I was
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words
For me, they
it
Summer time in Cali
Rollin' down Fairfax
Just left the Nico, bust a left turn on Pico
Gotta see the Bishop, he got me some gator shoes
I'm
Shh, shh
He's gonna answer
(This is gonna be so funny)
Come on, come on
(This guy's not gonna fucking answer)
(Yeah, this guy fucking sucks)
Trust
knowing
Down in the valley of death
I know these dry bones
Will rise by your breath
Right in the midst of my pain
I will quiet my soul and wait
I will
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
is what God says
And His promises are true that's what I read
Even in the midst of enemies I'm been fed
Still not dead
He anointest my head, woo
Now
appetite as Big Pun
They say I'm too much, I ask how come
There's no one else with opposable
Thumbs with such a touch
You help a nigga once and
He
And try the spirit by the spirit
With the kingdom sound
He give me strength
In the sight of my weakness
He's right there when
I feel I'm being tempted
and wit and charm he's the talk of the town with his bowling Arm
And I wish I wish I was a Bishop Wordsworth boy
And we would sing Veritas in Caritate truth
He's back at it.
Overflowing omens without knowing where he's going
Only led, only stolen by what's shown him
Forever roaming
Never homing in on nothing
a cur
I walk the street,
The dirt beneath their feet.
[He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]
[BISHOP]
Come
And tell me I don't need run from reality
Because I know that I
Fell in love with the god most high
And I know because
He's always standing here by my side
said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
And when the bitch she clean
a halla at you in a minute Crystal
Sippy yo, Teddy Bear, Roscoe in the CYA unit
All my crews, Bishop Lamont, Psycho Rim
Yea, Dia Monique and The Homeless
Swear there is no nothing after
I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor
I'm the god MC and you don't want to get
Caught in the rapture
I would probably burn your
with me to place beyond what you see
There's more
There's treasure laid up for you
There's peace I've provided in the midst of the circumstances you're
Then someone replied "would you like a ride?"
"Come in" he said.
We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread
The hammer was hard
soul, with your soul
Brand new fathers now in the midst
Children lead us in blissfulness
Please keep their souls, keep their souls
In the unknown,
he want is the heart so I had 2 give
Gotta lead by example 2 show the way
and remember in His name when you go 2 pray
Never ever let your love just
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