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When I choose to do the right thing
Evil's there on every hand
I look up and I wonder why
Good fortune seems to pass me by
Then I say to my soul be

Pray Jesus heal
Prez don’t get no blood on his hands
The suit too clean
I am so ordained; you smelling like you ain’t home-trained
Get ya sweaty mitts

don't hate 
Cause I'm speaking my peace
Seeking release 
From the hands of this evil beast
Words revealed in my spirit 
Then transmit through my soul

in di crowd
I’m not gonna drift out with di tides
I’m not gonna sell my self for less than I’m worth
I’ll hold on to my pride
Push my enemies aside

Here I am, hands to the sky 
I throw them high 
Overwhelmed by saving grace 
I sing Your praise 

Give me all that You have 
I want all of the world

dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, a tiny dancer in my hand

The Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God

made of violent protest

My hands are cold and my tongue is tasteless
Concentrating on what's taking hold
This disease will leave me faceless
A broken

give it all away, let the wind sweep it out of my hands.
I could be free from the burden of lonesome pride.
I'd be clean.
The mind trails off until I

Let's take a walk down by the sea
Come hold my hand and I'll steady your feet
The battle lines are strewn with tears
And the city lies in ruins

We

with pride 

And keep you satisfied 

 Ooo baby baby let’s take it a little further 

With you baby 

You’re the cure for my pain 

And sooth my soul

hate, and all they hold dear
Filled with glutton, praised by their tears
Kneel down, victims of our wrath
Feeling weak, with their new chosen path
Blood

Dropped out of school
To fall into an ocean and I'm sinking
Anxiety holds me down
Manic depression stops me breathing
Prides got me locked in

Fuck you thought, a nigga couldn't hold the fort down?
Moved out the hood, so I ain't from the Port now?
Must've forgot, Fella Roc is my big bro

hold out for your queen
Till you're just a jack by the railroad track
With the best winning hand no one's ever seen
And I'm not afraid, lord
I'm not

an attack on my entire worldview
I have to wake up at 6 am tomorrow
Have you slept?
Hold my hand
Why traverse the oceans?
You're safe here
Why are you so full

buy our own Bud Light
I'm always with the band
But I just wanna hold your hand
Maybe I could hitch a ride, swing by the hometown pride
Where we don't

against my heart
Done made it a bit chiller

Balance on the scale
Kill die or fail
Take the matter in my hands
The law rather me tell

Stick to the code
You

I'd give up my last ounce of courage
Sacrifice all that I have
Lay down my only possession
For the pleasure of holding your hand

I'd do what it

through yo land I'm breaking yo pride
All about my money while u mad I ain't breaking my stride
She hit my line for the pack n I ain't hesitate
Hopped in

finesse the shit you in
But ain't nobody present when it's time for you to wash your hands
Judging by your color, like the choice was theirs to pick your

it'd be
But here I stand
No one left to hold my hand
Hard to say I'm terrified
Nowhere to run
Lost my pride
My eyes are clearing now
I just wish I could

sighs
And I used to think I was full of pride
But Babe you took me for a ride
And even though I know the truth
No matter what my choice I'll always lose

Cross my heart, double-dog-dare, and hope to die 
Whatever it takes to hold and kiss you just one last time 
But is it worth a little pride

coming from the west side
Can you see the world is in my hand
You ain't ever messing with the plan
With every mistake I know it's close
'Cuz I'ma be a made