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church 
Giving thanks for his family, friends and his health

Jimmy and Jesus sure did have a lot in common 
Both born in December in a town with
for me
The hung him high
And stretched him wide
They nailed his hands and feet
And pierced him in the side
They didn't know
Look at my savior hanging
want to be?

'Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for
a school, I used to be a verb
But now I'm a bill, on Capitol Hill
So now, sit back and chill
Thinkin', a picture of Jesus
In my mind, I know that he need
miss her gaudy clothes and her strong
And sweet perfume.
She went straight to Jesus' feet and stopped and stood
Right there
Then cried and wet His feet
there, and the mother of Jesus too, and if they had to be endowed, with power from on high, what about you? What about me? We cannot, get by! But listen;
tell me, but some terrible, evil joke

sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat


There seem to me an awful lot of charltans
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill

[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
outa that hole and back up on the street

And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
outa that hole and back up on the street

And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
outta that hole and back up on the street

And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
outa that hole and back up on the street

And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
and grindin'
As if they had wings on their feet
Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself
Spinnin those funky funky funky house beats
son's first shit
But who gon' pay the bills? Supply the meals? No surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids
your sons first shit
But who gone pay da bills supply
The meals no surplus

My baby, moma
Give me drama on the daily
Like she makin' it barely
And my
head and feet
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing Tonight
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
[Jesus]
Surely you're
The Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
Like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow!
There He is
No it's Jesus
There He is
Coming to save me
There He is
Hallelujah

Now who told the Son to set me free
Who laid down and died for me
To save the poor from their lot?
There will be poor always
Pathetically struggling
Look at the good things you've got!
Think
While you still have me
And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort, for I was as a child
you'll feel
Everything's all right 
Yes everything's fine
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
For the fire in your head and feet
Close your eyes
I'm here to impact
I won't settle for less, got my cross on my back
I was out my mind, my head was screwed up
But jesus saved me! Hallelujah!

Turn
I been like Deion for eons
You ain't nothing but a biatch

Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube,
to Jesus, rescue me
>From the poverty, hate, racism and diseases
So the lord said
He prepared a place for me
And when he do that
I'ma be free, yeah

Chorus:
I
lucky lucky lucky lucky me again.
I said it looks like I've got to use my feet again
Well I just spent my last one-hundred dollars
God I'll pay my bill