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new lock, if you mean
To friends in New Orleans I’ve played / A blues of Robert Johnson’s god
And babe who asked for you / the best one answer
You're calling a phantom your wise, loving father
Who had formed your forebears out of clay
I think that your brains still consist of this substance
Shed my skin, Lord
Shed my skin
Shed my skin, Lord
Shed my skin
Hunting for myself in these beats
I'm only one alive who can compete with me huh
I
Don't get caught by the jakes and have to stash the safe
Life's good when you up so don't loose the race
Cop calls and gun shots how we live our days
no time to relax
I'm shit like a tree, but I ain't use no ax
And my brothers the death, man, they rich to the max
On God
Who That? You niggas, they
of broken lives deprived of hearing about the man who rose after he died
Why is it okay to rap about drugs and money and then look at me funny when I mention
instore for those who keep him at the core.
But who can live by bread alone but by every word that he has shown
Christ gave us the recipe
Deny yourself
A lotta mystery lives, inside our misery
A lotta mystery lives, inside our misery
Bitch Jesus was a slave ship
Check who you call in on
Jesus was
A lotta mystery lives, inside our misery
A lotta mystery lives, inside our misery
B**** Jesus was a slave ship
Check who you call in on
Jesus was
the gods
Rebellion be damned, but thats who we are
That's who we are
That's who we are
That's who we are, yeah
That's who we are
That's who we are
That's who
Pray to your gods, you’re living like you love a thriller.
Pray to your gods, you’re living like you love a thriller.
Pray to your gods, you’re
seek to find Christ the rock
Start to pray day by day we must repent
Just ‘cause He came down just to save us exactly what He meant
Don't mean we get it
and take my life and (ha, Benzino)
God...
[Hook]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and
Haters want to try
power by sealing my doom
Oh who can stop it, oh who can save
This succulent soul from this shallow grave
There's a specter inside you, it grows in your
on
There's no turning back
Can't live on memories
So here I am getting down on my knees
Somebody save me please
If you would only, be my friend,
I
of the fact I don't live by my image
Pray that I will by the time that I'm finished
Take my soul and give me guidance
Pray to God I put that time in
Find myself
twenty-five times, now fuck god's how I think!
(You can save all that religious bullshit,
Stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest
Comes in my cell,
Politicians obnoxious, but they feeling they God sent, but ain't answered no problems, so who gonna solve em
Be clear, this ain't conservative or liberal
In order that you might lead mankind out of the darkness of disbelief and polytheism
And into the light of belief in the oneness of Allah by their
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
holds
And I wanna know why they hating on me
Man I really thought that they was homies
I wonder why he putting blessings on me
I wanna see what God see
And you never know who God is gonna use
A princess or a baby
Or maybe even you or me
Now Esther, she was a beauty
Who was pleasing to a man
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
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