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Heaven knows no greater love
Than the sacrifice You make to see us through
Your Son died for me, would I be
Somebody who would die for You
course

The Bishops gave the order
No mercy to be shown
The sacrifice will reap rewards
When the King is overthrown

The sight of children lying dead
Made
Three shots couldn't touch me thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK nigga holla back

Thank God for
decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back to me that's the win, win
The next time you see
free, I'm free
Down on my knees when my life passed me by
And I ain't, no I ain't going back again 
Thank God I'm free 

Free at last, free at last
yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me
the anticipated interference from his squad and gods
I bust back with an onslaught of hydrothermiclyde
To burn their third eye
Tho outnumbered I come wit heat
There was no time to eat, she said to me
Boy hurry to Sunday school (you gave me unconditional love)

I remember when you told me certain friends
chillin' in a hotel room, lonely 
But I thank God I'm with my homies 
But sometimes I wish I was back home 
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no
fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond rings

But look at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
From
became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno,
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
between the races.
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops.
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops.
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter.
Gave
from here?

No, ah.. which one is it?

(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her
The gift of sight,
He gave her sight.
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
Back slidin' down the bottom of beer
Nobody knew if I would make it here

And hey sweet music set me free
From the statistic that I started to be
I wish
from
The pain of livin' here wishin'

You could survive with those who gave lives
Avoid the cracks and moats of new age turncoats
And modern day cut
realm, no perpetrator
A society choose the elevator
Of success by identity cross-fader
Complex thinking they're really much greater
Plain raw, harness
the tuli on the waist line
Just got outta the bing doin' state time
Teeth marks on my back from the K9
Dark memories of when there was no sunshine
'Cause
a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin'
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
the tuli on the waist line
Just got outta the bing doin' state time
Teeth marks on my back from the K9
Dark memories of when there was no sunshine
'Cause
flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting