Lyrics:
cops carry batons
So I could visit with jet lag, lose all my checked bags
To wake up in my old room with beauties from Jet Mag
I hate when y'all talk
(yeah)
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
you're caught up in your fear
But I hope you remember that Jesus said "I'm always here"
He's been there all along
Since you took your breath to the moment
oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
All my life all my days
I'm surrounded by your love
As I look upon your face
It
me to win souls
For the Kingdom of Heaven
By the look on his face
Man I knew that he was not joking(that's right)
All believers, rise up, stand firm
people
Dem act like dem don't know
Dat Jesus Christ is King of kings
And Lord of lords, him run the show
One day, one man ask mi if this all necessary
How
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
, Jesus
The Name above every other name
The Name by which men should be saved
Jesus, Jesus
We sing and shout, we celebrate
All in praise to the King
through many common trials in this life
God, I declare today that You are faithful
You will not allow me to face things beyond what I can stand
You have
get through
I don't let nobody on these socials in my mental
I'm gone
Y'all be talkin on the gram like it pay you
I ain't wit the talkin I told Jesus he
on the dash
and wheezed out, "c'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
heart,
I live the best I can, he is my rock, he Is my peace,
Following all these rules, Jesus in Command,
He is the light, he is the way, Believing in this
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
and my word, all a black man owns
If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain
Can't bowl a 300 in another niggas lane
Better aim, you dealin' with
Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all
praising the Lord, aim straight new heights in the face of it all
Despite your battles you matter, just know that Jesus loves you
Things will get better if
this year or next
But mine for all life
(that's right that's right)
To accept me when I'm seein
And to understand
Not to make this dim in the rain
Which
checkers moves calculated to my future saints
It looking up for niggas, I do this with grace
Next time y'all say I'm trash
You look me in the face
And try
man.
ALL (inside)
Because, because, because of one, 'cause of one, 'cause of one man.
PRIEST THREE
What then to do about this Jesus
I'm living and loving my life
Got my cup full it's a club night
Snuck in this bitch wit da pipe
40 flash like a bug light
Club on smash bugs life
Discuss these in the face of all this by jesus jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In