Lyrics:
as a Christian from a little church
With God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
Don't hear those not planted by the gardener
Your hero's not greater than the Martyrs
We're weirdos but preach real hope
Reveal those not written by
them, feeder
Kick a bitch out, four seat playing FIFA
Do it by myself, I don't need no fucking teacher
Worry about my bag, but she worry imma leave her
wanna try to be a hero today?
Bob said "All law is illegal" and
It got me feeling some way
This a god damn stick up, bitch
Grab some cash from the back
own wars
With their cell phones and the closed doors
It's funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems
But they're all alone together
In the house
Wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
I just wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
By myself is how I've been so just leave me alone
It's night time now and I'm in some lonely room again
The guy who made me go with him says he can
it but God he know I can take it, Yeah I can take it
Rocking out alone, I don't need nobody else
Cause my energy it's strong
I don't really need no
[Repeat x4]
"When the East in the house, oh my God"
[Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Yeah! This one's for the world right here
Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just
a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
So, how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you that the sun don't
involved
Compton's own, Mr different From Y'all
I call her Miss Macaulay Culkin call
She call me when she home alone
Miss Little Tenant
I be in it like
of hard to dodge a javelin
Mind the damage cuz I'm travelling
Mine the path that I'm on led by God
Putin on the cross but Il carry that rod
Tank doing 200
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
you don't know me yet
Sometimes I sit and speak alone
Which we need to get my deeping on get our people on
Really that's where we belong
Knees deep in
Me take the narrow one and give glory
From zero to hero me story
Naah watch who gone a lead and who gone in speed me just beg God secure me
Hold me
Chorus
It ain't over now, more battles to be won, we overcome only by the blood,
In God alone we trust, we are Jehovah's sons, so we hold it down,
me thank God I'm me
Not the typical image of hip hop used to question it
Like how would I even get on top but a game changer plays by
Different
were made in the image of God
Retain that image by giving up such pitiful copings
For being like a fucking creature
Oh Lord, I need your hand again
Oh
a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
So, how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you that the sun don't
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
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