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bless me now my savior 
I come to thee

I need thee every hour
Stay thou near by 
Temptations loose their power
When thou art nigh 

I need thee
bless me now my savior
I come to thee

I need thee every hour
Stay close and near by
Temptations bee their power
When you are close by
I need thee
is no friend on whom I can depend
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

Blessed Jesus, hold my hand
Oh, yes, I need Thee every hour
Through the pilgrims land
hold my hand
For I need Thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by Thy power

Hear my feeble plea
O Lord, look down on me
When I kneel in
I need thee every hour
I need thee every hour

Most gracious Lord

No tender voice like thine

Can peace afford

I need thee
Oh, I need
hold my hand
For I need Thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by Thy power

Hear my feeble plea
O Lord, look down on me
When I kneel in
lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
Later on that evening when
I thought I'd had enough
I sat down in a restaurant and
Over powdered drugs
I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce
Picked by
showed it

Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it
Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment
Pac the word is you ain't
bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour

No doubt, 
I be the crime story of all ghetto territory's
Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggas like glory
Fly]
Disaster for the master, my Mafia every laughter
600 block Southparkway, Fly rizay none after
I'm S-T to Iz-H; MEM. You hizay
I'm M to the 3z84 in
wizardry and black folk mysery
MC's fallin captive because their skills are not adaptive
I rock the East Coast and every city on the atlas
You paranoid,
bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour

No doubt, 
I be the crime story of all ghetto territory's
Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggas like glory
the clip
I feel I can't breathe I need revenge for this shit
Every time I turn around I'm tested
As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed with
you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the barrel
More court cases, hate betrayal
If I approach thee, boy, please take me
Vision is blurred yo

This is the last chapter
Bombs hit who? Crushed what?
Over there? Oh my god, oh dear
I was hmm.. I think I was *h* movin
Still I break hoes
While niggas spend loot tryin to persuade hoes
Fuck ( ? )
They cross out the town, I need a bitch that's down to make dough
Cause all
Yo six o'clock every morning you waking up yawning 
To the sound of your alarm clock alarm 
About an hour from now 
You should be at the place