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In Bethlehem I heard a hymn some distant choir sang 
And with other tourists I walked along to a church as its bells rang 
Then I heard someone tell
the words but gettin' the buyin' and sellin' 
I felt the Christmas spirit 

In Bethlehem I heard a hymn some distant choir sang 
And with other tourists I
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
You're not impressed by me
But it's a funny way for you to tell me

A whisper in a choir stall
When I'm down and out she stays by me without a doubt
And if I stumble like I'm gonna fall
She's right there at my beck and call
She's my wonder
said with this girl I shouldn't stay
But hey, guess what? I stuck by her anyway
O Lord, I'm glad I did
Just look what I'd be missing if I'd listened
I'm looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
To pass that goddamned collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar
some out on bail
Some doin major fed time in jail
I'm lookin at the world with hungry eyes
Inner city full of jealousy and lies
Hopin that the Lord
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
You're not impressed by me
But it's a funny way for you to tell me

A whisper in a choir stall
When they laid her in the grave
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord by and by
Please tell me there's a better home awaiting
In the sky lord in
it happens every time 
Just when I start feeling lost and left behind 
Some kid will pick me up and wonder where I've been 
Put me in his pocket,
Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid 
She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" 

Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark 
I
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at
Riden
Pass by
While niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
Let em' see who's next to try
fake, I swear they full of hate
I swear to tell the truth 'til I'm in the grave
Shots-shots fired, everybody quiet
Tryna hear the preacher, he ain't
on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
Kids going to school putting fears
should ask a choir what do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I'm
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ride

Pass by, while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let em' see who's
In them mags and struts
Then we gonna drag us a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

[Chorus:]
Good lord Witchita
Sure hope
In them mags and struts
Then we gonna drag us a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

[Chorus]
Good lord Witchita
Sure hope
reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJs stickin to vinyl like fuck Serato?
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin
is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please deliver
the ones that have burned
And you never got all that you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

In
Bobby's goin Digital 

Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet 

Clouded by the Meth we move undetected 

in secret society sects,
many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck
the projects, my mentality is what, kid?
You talk a good one but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all
day by day 
I'm in so much pain when I'm here Lord, please take me away 
I put you here to do a job, and your work ain't done 
To live is to suffer,