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Stayed down till I came up
Did it by myself so ain't gotta bring no names up
Still same the nigga bitch I always keep it day 1
Phone stay slapping

Time to Come Home

Melba Moore

The Fighting Temptations

2003

And behave
And also stuck in my ways, give Him praise
Words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh
Every breath is giving Him glory until my death (I

When I drop a deuce
I tend to do so in twos and threes
That's how you would be
If you were me
The fallacy and mass hypocrisy
Makes it impossible to give

the devil tried to recruit my soul
Tried to get me thinking I'm useless and life ain't plentiful
Tried to put my brain in a box by making me go to school

baby you just have to trust me
I can be the one
Like the only one
To take the pressure off your shoulders I know that you're gone
But you need to find

inside
Barely scraping by like an anchor wrapped around and
Weighing on my mind
Fatigued restless eyes a corpse in disguise(ay)
I've overcome a lot but I

it's gone stop me living
But this fuck right here
Mine to have
It will not be given
Nigga the cooler I get the more envy
More money and more enemies
Lord

Resurrecting all the time, but will I die, no i won't
Life and death have had me on the ropes
Osiris had my spirit by the-
Conversing with Osiris
bear me with

How do I make it through all this debris
This mass of uncertainty compasses me
It's so hard to find the answers
I try so hard to find the key
My

know things
I call reality
That which revolves around mass media salaries
Eating mass amounts of calories
Casually killing myself
Who am I?
I'm one of us

restless 
To find my love yes I fought 
I found it, who would have thought 
Of course I'm going in raw 
You and me to the end til' we drop 
But whats got me

still green
On that fast track, Sonny was learning it as he went
Chris would gather the slats while he sat back on the bench
He’d have her working twelve

See my scars
I wear my flaws
To show my dawgs that I still trip
Play my part and live my life
To show y'all God the best I can
On my heart
I lived in

Against All Odds

Conflict

Against All Odds

2000

At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world 
And a child?s face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be? 
And I can't

the same, if they were paying me
But as yet they haven't written checks, so I'm still free
Or in this roving virtual tyranny as free as I can be
Still Luke

house?
Angel choir right behind me singing, "Boy, you make us proud"
I don’t ever wanna seem scared
I still don’t even think I’m prepared
To handle

by friends and family that I haven't seen in a while
Is what I hope to see when it's time for me to go out
And cross the other side
Into the Afterlife

Untouchable

Eminem

Untouchable

2017

you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is

begging to give a way out 
But how I'm gonna do it without both wrists?
My blood is now on his face
My body is crowned by flakes 
You'd think there is

inside ya
Go ahead and test the waters
A God in flesh we all are
Thats why we praise to JahJah
Each second holds a surprise
No need to hide or disguise
I

holiness itself
Bled dry by the passing of time
Strengthened by paradox
Forgot have I the days when I was human
Praise me like your aberration god
I lay my

myself
But I live inside my forgotten shell
Forgot to tell is that I have many tells
When I'm not feeling great or feeling well

And I lose the battle

garden eating pasta by the West End
Flying to La Jolla I'm at Georges with my best friends
You still do recruiting down in Georgia thats dead end
Get to my

giant killers as my protege
Look, goodness to mercy have been following
Christ is the way, I'm a follow Him
King Jesus set me free from all the
Pain