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weak but
I find strength in you

My savior, my king
My poor heart you mended
I surrender my things, yes I do
All the value have ended
The sweetest
By the blood of jesus christ, I can answer and by his love and
Sacrifice, I am whole again
All the pieces I have torn apart, are scattered all
Sweetest angel came down
Took me by the hand
Said I've got things to offer you
Help you understand
If the bombs don't get you
I'll roll with you
from Vietnam 
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem 
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this 
When I die, my name
sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best
sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best
shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy
shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy
shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy
from Vietnam 
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem 
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this 
When I die, my name
the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old
turn a king
But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing
I get a pleasure that's inevitably immeasurable
And I won't let it be rejected by
it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best
it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best