Lyrics:
shifting by his Spirit stay focused
This is Lyrical Theology big shout out to Shai Linne
Ambassador and the Cross Movement, now it's my turn to chime in
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shifting by his Spirit stay focused
This is Lyrical Theology big shout out to Shai Linne
Ambassador and the Cross Movement, now it's my turn to chime in
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Tozer Augustine, Eldridge,'Crae and McManus
Tossed like a wave and I crashed into Calvin
Stranded, Keller and Shai Linne
Stories of Wesley, Luther,
cremated
By mountains they sacred, by trees that are shaded
I wanna play just like Shai
And say that I did from the mini to lay
Now that I'm older, it's
unreceived
So many dead dead leaves
Dead letters on the rise
Dead notes dead dead rhymes
Silent symbols on a page
Muffled voices from the grave
Dead letters
Catching bodies from my brothers I can't let 'em go
Take that shit down to the grave
I can't let 'em say grace
Cause I'm running in the race
You can't keep
Say Lil Melvin Look I Put You In Jail
Cause I Heard You Was Gettin Shot At
I Rather Visit You In Jail Than Visit
You At Ya Grave So Look Tho
I Know My
the earth with our remains
We've turned it to a grave
When we write our final chapter
The letters fade from the page
We're all afflicted
And bound together by
rose Jesus from the grave
The same heart
The one who stilled the sea just by having faith
Yeah, I don't how
But I can testify
He calls each of us by our
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
away (Pain away)
This what I been dealing with
Going with it day by day
Yeah
Thats what I been dealing with
Going with it day by day
This what I been
from the trenches number 1 like penny hardaway
Kicked me on the ground but I got up to fight another day
And I been filled with all this stress
I know I
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grow flowers up from my grave
I don't hide the big guns, not like my Hanes
Not like the letter that I found in the safe
When I was 10 I used to think
letters
Written by my true love's hand
[Go and bring them to me sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but I could not
For the tears that
Now I'm on the phone and text whenever
Yeah
Pen by the table for the measure
Jot and I plot altogether
Coppin the scheme from the odds
That'll evenly
My love's from cradle to grave
I had to go my separate ways
The hardest road I have to pave
I really miss those younger days
Why did it have
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
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