Lyrics:
Those who live according to the flesh
Have their minds set on what flesh desires
The mind led by the flesh is decease
Those who live according
Herein lies is the recipe for salvation of mankind
So he that eateth me, even he, shall live by me
In eucharistic ecstasy
I'm inebriated by the blood
Ah
Could've been an animal
Could've been any number of combos of atoms though
Really
But we're here
Peace to anybody who ain't ruled by fear
plan, don't stray from it
Since no clues were left the FBI got a "Who Dun It?"
It was 9:30 AM when the bomb exploded
Many lives were lost, the media
deceit or man made tradition
Live not by the world but according to Christ
We're not the ones who are trying to give you
A frontal lobotomy
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
and so that makes me one-fourth
Of a dysfunctional home
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
When I turned twelve he was gone
Alone, no role
We live what we show
And falling's just a game that we know
But I'll be counting on these angels
To gather up and catch me
Before I'm scattered below
I love you... I love you, I love you
Baby I love you, you are my life
My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side
You're my
keep going the breezes keep blowing)
(The cigarette smoke from our eyes)
How I envy the fellas that live by a shady old nook
And cute little guy who's
How Long you been Banging?
I been banging sense 85
On the real this shit ain't no gimmick
Or no game my nigga! this hit is real live
Thruthful type
bar
Pretty girls, Jaguar
Who said that money can't by me love
Everybody wants to be a movie star
Everybody can remember who they are
Don't want to spend
I love you i love you
I love you
Baby, I love you you are my life
My happiest moments were incomplete if
You weren't by my side
You're my relation,
and wizened
Then disappeared
To a distant star
And we remember you as
Peter Panic
Who lives forever
Peter Panic
As light as a feather
And he says it's
crossed-over
From death to life
Moulded up by You, as I live
This new life
No one can do it
Like the way you do
Totally, I wanna be more like you
Teach me how
Everyday's a new day
And people drink the cool aid
I do not do what you say
I feel trapped in a suitcase
I just wanna live, fuck, grind
But my mind
black lives do
All lives means all our lives
Not just those who look like you
I'm so sick and tired of seeing people killed by those who are supposed
and revisit my home
Come Back, Lord
No longer I can do this alone
Come Back, Lord
My temple is not of my own
Come Back, Lord
Live in me and make it Your Home
presidential
My grind is presidential
The rhymes live inside like my mind is residential
Next up is Makayla King who isn't that lucky (unlucky)
How you gon' vote
Hey, ten thousand dollar hands, million dollar plan
My fam's still the only people that really know me for who I am
Damn, got me askin' when I got
a whole eighth nigga
I ain't getting sleep as it is
And I preach what I live, playing Lil Wayne and Kritical's
Fuck A Lane when I'm the reaching the crib
I
Keeps trinna paint it
But who am I playin'
What am I saying
Fear and pride have collided in battle over depression
I understand the fight was won by God
Told by the g's I trust
Think he's bad cause he's untouched
Till I send him to space like rockets from Elon Musk
Only act bad cause his g's are tough
as cannon fodder for the blue bird mobs; another story
Corporate character assassinations
Livelihoods taken for granted
Followed by lives taken in exchange
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