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don't you call me
Don't you phone me talking baloney
African man and I'm stuck God got me walking
Around the world like I know this shit

Tryna' figure

And I don't want you no more

I been thinking 'bout you girl
By the way is going down
Cause you only around me baby on god times
But I don't want you

In this metropolis, blood I seen a lot of it, 
Dollars we seem to follow it, 
Like orders from god,
You sell or you rob,
The streets a turn Peter Pan

Dollars we seem to follow it
Like orders from god
You sell or you rob
The streets a turn Peter Pan to Robin Hood
Selling pussy and busting jugs
In this

God Keeps

Laura Welsh

God Keeps

2015

where it is, but I will find you
Maybe on the other side

I've seen the face I can't erase
Out come the whispers daunting
I turn around, I come

Jesus
He will say he knows ya
Well done my good and faithful servant
Come reign with me
Yes you do deserve it
You've been redeemed by my blood your

now
Shit get stuck
When they say it's up
Know it's going down
Blind sided your own man
Will set the screen
You better move around
Welfare Obama health

in an hourglass
Praying to God that this night will last
Drop it to the floor and come up real fast
Drop some ones while she shaking

Flashing lights

will feed you to the chordata 
Throw you to the crows, watch you die slow
Ya'll better start runnin', and if you're comin'
Better turn back around 'fore

maybe so 
Does it really make a difference if you never know 
Distance between us hints its not meant to be is 
What we thought why we fought I need god

Chased by these shadows
I got death on my tale
Christ in my heart
So that shit will not prevail
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
God
Never told nobody
How I got

The ones that stuck around me they could take me at my lowest
Crystallized by deep depression down the rabbit hole we go
Can I make it to tomorrow if part

felt

Have your girl listen 
I guarantee she will melt
Giving her the blueprint on why she should’ve been left 

I started with a group, now it’s me

the joint
By the time shit got right she hit her breaking point
Back on my shit been in and out of town
If that love shit real it come back around
Just hope

to my apathy
She's the bass clef in my sixteen-beat heart march
I know we just started, but don't stutter
Just slumber before we turn under and over
It

racks something light fool
Still it's B-Town I roll around hold it down is all I do

Gotta get it huh so I pull up with a stick
Forty ounce in my cup but

Man if you like beef go peep the Atkins diet
Every person is invited
All the way from the best to the worst one it's provided
That God will turn

hands around your neck
I was cradled in their satin wings untainted
By a Harlot's Heart
And in a twisted turn of fate the stars aligned and
her seas would

your girl doing on the d low
Beef will slowly turn into bread like a meatloaf
We go all over your nose man we been dope

It's a game of chess don't play

proud, and be successful,
I believe that God will hold me down, so I ain't seeking blessings
Don't want to, but I gotta wear that crown to keep my people

the sheep
Even if you fuck around and get a disease
I swear to god ain't nobody iller than me, bitch
They hear me bragging on this shit when I ain't got

she snaps and knocks you out
Jealousy’s around

You can let her drag you down a ditch for days on end
She will laugh her tits off while you’re gasping

Bout to take this shit by storm bitch I’m finna make it
I know my heart getting cold ain’t no hesitation
Too many niggas out to get me yeah I know

hang'n with killa's been bang'n
at niggas cause it's my life nigga drive-bys niggas
miss'n mane GOD with cha lil hard niggas smell bullshit
from a mile