Lyrics:
closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat
Longer that expected-ther were great-
Oh love oh love just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
the Jesus kind of love
I’ve been learning to be humble and denyin’ my pride
Finding rest in the father, let him be my guide
By his grace and his mercy; he
harder
Sentenced a little harsher 'cause my skin a little darker, look (talk to 'em)
We deal with all kinds of injustice
My uncle died in police custody
dead presidents
Is the reason I got the band back together, bitch
Yeah, it's me and [???], and his [???]
North side, bomb squad, Eric Vietnam
If you
Thought money was nice now I'm losing my life
and I'll never be gettin it back again
He thinkin like why is this happening
But Jesus is there reaching out
Yea
Ya'll say ya'll want to know my motivation man
Its not money man its these kids out here in these streets
Okay let me tell my side I ain't got
and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be
and the new,
Somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room.
All I wanted was doom.
The same kind Alexander the Great felt when the earth ran out of room.
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
make a frat' man go to church Philomena in the church
Philo pay wey make a bad man go to church
The pure the kind of love I want to build around you
ls
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in
takin' over
Most of my life, with God's people, I've been assumin'
There's different kinds of Christians but still plenty of room in
My camp for folks
dying for Christ
'Cause I walk in His light
Got the squad by my side
Worship Him through the night
We lift His Name up high
We lift our hands to the sky
can't sleep the night away
Feel my heart is in some kind of danger
I can't wait for the light of day
Then came by the passin
Of our own adoptive father
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
but I still need tour, Nigaa
I go to work on my chores, my head hotter than the earths core
And shoutout to the mans got money for war but can’t feed
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
the air
Not checking for ya man feeling like a dummy
She the kind of chick that’ll check you for ya money
Won’t be the first time yo I’ll check for my paper
to the darkness
Nowhere to hide, I'm being stalked by my shadow
My spirit grow slow, but now I'm losin my homies
I see this picture white clear, ain't no love in
die
Baby we about to take em all to church
Rest in piece to my soldiers in the field
How you feel when it's you against the world everything hurts
to me
I know your insight
But I wanna hitchhike
But I'm only kind of free
Why do you lie to me
Yes I'm stuck but I love it in your clutch
See this is so
Church State: Virginia
Intro
In the past, I heard some disrespectful comments made about my music and my faith. It's time to address them
Verse 1
Oh my
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my niggas a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather
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