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took

Walk by faith, nigga
Not by sight
Every step I take
I ain't even gotta look

Wish I could've saved my niggas
Why God have to take em
I was supposed

then I snatch they chain 
On the gang
Judged by 12 then be put in the grave
With my gang

Gang Gang Gang Gang
Drive bys in a range 
Gang Gang Gang Gang

I got true religion jeans i got the blade by my crotch
I don't even fuck with shawty she a lame oh my god
Tryna shyne everyday cuz the time is tickin

What if that feeling
We've been sick with
Can't be cured by having kids
And it's genetic
And they get it
Would God forgive us
If we don't get pet

Please don't worry when I tell you that I'm better by myself
I been grinding like I'm Curry, write a letter to the chef
To the chef
Please don

I just watched her
God designed her
Red designer 
Death Behind her
Raised the ground up
Graves they rised up
Kilt by my love
Death by my love 
Death

When I think of all the evil people with brains plagued by hate, I just wonder, are their souls evil too
How deep does the hate seep into their

shit
I missed hella school
Teacher see that you don't give a F
But she failing you
Drug game, Blood gang
Cracks that we fell into
That was not by

ME CLOSER TO THE GRAVE

WHERE THE RIVER DON'T FLOW
WHERE THE GRASS DON'T GROW

PREACHER HAD A CROSS TO BEAR
HE SMELLED SALVATION IN THE AIR
TEMPTED BY

by His grace He chose to
Love on folk like me and you
And I don't understand it, homie
I never planned it
I was chasing money and fast women and, man

prizes to make it all worth it
Does it matter if I go out on tha low?
If I live right by tha Code,
Who gon' care and who gon' know? I don't know
I don

home, nigga
This summer grew cold, we gon hit them with the ill trigger
Do this shit till my bones, rotting in the grave, get with it
I don't like your

Cause I ain’t pop them
Patients waiting by the corner store
For the doctor
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about your fears your tears no
Don’t worry

creation
It's all because of love

Your mercy triumphs over judgement
All my sin defeated
By the power of Your cross at Calvary
My faults don't mean a thing

Drop the Bomb On 'Em

Eminem

Relapse: Refill

2009

Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father

vice
You can't watch dem boy too slight
They too lie
Don't bother judge no man by looking at their face
Dem so gon put you in the grave
Know Christ for

mind
Don't want to watch me die, I'm just piece of useless kind

Now my head is empty, only one is here and screams
I feel inside embry, that is killing

the earth with our remains
We've turned it to a grave
When we write our final chapter
The letters fade from the page
We're all afflicted
And bound together by

Don't tell; your life is an open grave
Gathered in masses by limbs of reality
Standing faceless in the crowd, they all are watching; in silence,

Dance in My Pants

Jim Steinman

Bad for Good

1981

rescued
I don't ever want to be saved
I got a feeling that I'm gonna be alive forever
Dancing on the edge of a grave
Dancing on the edge of a grave

fucking see
I dug my own grave, let me fucking be
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you

Throw the First Stone

Black Veil Brides

Vale

2018

Sitting on your throne you rest your pretty bones
Don't act like you're alive
Take another chance to do this on my own
But you will let it die

in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don

by herself, makes your heart melt
She lost a sock, a wallet, a phone
She can't stay steady as she goes
Change don't bring wealth
What good is health