Lyrics:
scared to be wounded again
I love you Rosanna
Don't carry his cross
Don't put on his crown full of thorns
He's not the healer
Just a worm-eaten dealer
and ability
The faith is keeping strong
And we will carry on
Push by his faith
Heading for that deal
In spite of all disdain
He's making it for real
Now the cops riding by me
Thanking God for his perfect timing
An' middle finger to the ones who doubted
They thought that they could stop me but that's
His own free will lives inside of a bubble
One day it’ll pop when he can’t ignore the struggle
No, his mom will ask for money
Or his dad forgets his
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
to listen to his story
The jokes and rumours used to demean
True I use humour in the same degree
But I never _ try to be mean
Though they drag me to the deep
and He marched it up that hill
Bore the weight of all my brokenness, and He loves me even still
I will never be the same, I called on Jesus' name
My Savior
motherfucker who think this is
On the celly bumpin' Makaveli
I hold no grudge
You diss me, I diss you, love is love
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
his seeds with joy
So its all tambourine churched in serene on my scene
But what’s manifested from colonies thirteen is obscene
It makes me want to go
street now, no
And I carry his guitar
And I can't recall it lightly at all
But I know I'm going in
Too much for me to pick up, no
Not sure what
to carry my shame
So that He could one day call me by name
Letting nails be driven through His hands and His feet,
all because of His love for me
Little
know when ya go
Gun to ya back like Harriet
If you can't shoot, can't carry it
If ya too fake, can't ferry it
Come carry me home, sweet chariot
stop the clock
I'm the choice with the voice
That will never fail
Beat the devil in his head and
Send him straight to hell
The rhyme writer, not a biter
Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit"
It was predicted by a medic
Cause Fiend was keepin his strap on him at all times
I was designed to carry higher caliburs then nines
Tossin brain cells away, that cut is all
Shawty why you chillin
With another man you
Know better and why can't
We be more then friends
If I copped you a Benz
Till the end love me till
on the benches
Is what we did, ???? jocks and color tube socks
Huffies were the shit, I pop a Willie and go two blocks
Easy, without fallin, Stevie took his ball
, 'cause I know how to love like I'm Weezy
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch and his bitch, I don't care, they all finna please me (Achoo!)
My bad, today, I'm a little
I don't know what you're talking about
And I say
You mean to tell me that's all
And I stand before you now
I am hopeful in my rage
You know love
the window of the ride
I've been staring at the stars, sending prayers up to the sky
Loyalty is everything to me; will you stand by my side
I've been
bed
Oh yeah!
I love the way it hold me so bad
Oh man!
Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location
I'm that nigga usually cool but
Just me hanging out naked
Mark: They love you Tom
Tom: They love me, so fuck everybody else!
Mark: yeah
Fuck all you guys out there that are
Cheering,
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,
kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see,
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