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left of 'em
Matter fact, by letting 'em stay alive, He was blessing 'em
Took Him to the courts, He was found not guilty
Took Him to Supreme Court, still
up a pen with a composition and rage
Wrote down word after word now it's pages full of his pain
But he still keeps it's all onna low
Tellin the book
graduation time had passed
He never thought time would fly so fast
Still his engine had no gas
He needed spark within the flash
He needed life within
foolin' me
When the truth's out there for all to see
Through all the times here we will be
We're not just fans
We are his swords and shields
He's the King
me
When the truth's out there for all to see
Through all the times here we will be
We're not just fans
We are his swords and shields
He's
buried alive by all of the lies inside our lives
And now we got our hope tonight
The Lord's alive!
Praise God for the life
Of Christ's sacrifice
Gave His
Plato said stotle asked how
His metaphysics still hurts plato's ass now
Aristotle wasn't perfect but he gave
Us laws of logic
Which gave us shit like
started getting harassed by some thugs that were deeply disturbed
They wanted to rob the boy for his pair of converse
I know it sounds absurd
But the truth
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
ass Guess
Yes, still shinin', still climbin
Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin?
His faggot ass cats'll get capped for
his spite
A presence from the dead
Abandoned by the light
His shadow will consume you from within
This power that I sense
Been raged behind those
what's here
Shooting a rocket flare
Knowing the truth is rare
But if you do by chance
Just listen and be aware if you
Lay with a fraud (Lay with a fraud)
A cold stare on the face of a body still warm
No time to mourn, he's forced to to march on
Leading with footsteps in his brothers blood
No way for
must leave,
Got your car keys,
And some CD’s of Alicia Keys, in the backseat,
That I’d never leave
Like a credit card scheme,
Now you can’t see
owe me bail money no lie and I hope he know he got his self a real one I hope you treat you right keep it real hun To tell the truth I'm in my feelings
of God
Although He lived a rough live He still kept His faith
Although He was rejected by many still love us all that's truth love hold up there's more
An individual roamed the earth
With the ultimate sense of smell!
Left to die by his own mother!
He was in pension and her to the slaughter!
Cast
the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he
it was God's plan
Rest in peace Cuz
I'm still me
Been real
A cool dude, plus I'm really smooth
With this shit dawg
I really do this
For the love mayne
with they brains blown
I'm in another zone, niggas still on cloud nine
And I'm a loner, you niggas don't need to crowd mine
Trae the Truth is what it
no pressure
My first house, 11.000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead bitch whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib, to hang up pictures
all, but still ain't lose the best thing yet
Bet that, usin' this truth, I know how to react
Hunger and thirst for more, stomach touchin' my back
How do
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release his spirit
The known truth: had a bad
Habit for blowing loot
Two niggas on the roof busting
Down
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